... that is, this is written from Home - or Home 2 - but this is taken where one knows that one's getting close, turning off I-40 to take the 285 up to Eldorado, and celebrating this mammoth Route 66 relic, the Clines Corners gas station, restaurant, and gift shop ... started by Roy E. Cline in 1934, and then moved in 1937 when Highway 6 was renumbered 66 and moved slightly north to where the edifice now stands. We were entertaining ourselves yesterday with reading out the brochure produced in Oklahoma and enumerating all the Route 66 attractions: today, minus a guide (though I have various ones sitting futilely, on this occasion, in my office back in NJ), we were more struck by the Fuck Obama graffiti on various burnt out and otherwise wrecked old gas stations and houses along the roadside - not at all an encouraging sight.
Maybe tomorrow, despite the large number of mounting-up errands, I will actually be able to do some reading and thinking, after what seems to have been a shockingly long time? After all, I have four whole days here, before I get back in the car - leaving Alice and the kitties here - and drive all the way back again ...
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