I hadn't taken a Route 66 specific road trip in quite a while. Sure, I followed a Military Vehicle Convoy in September...but that wasn't really about the road itself. I did spend some time on Mother Road with Michael Wallis in June; but, that wasn't directly specific to 66 either. I was having withdrawals! I … Continue reading Back to the Route
Last Saturday, a group of Route 66 roadies that had attended the Gasconade Bridge Rally stopped by Afton Station in northeast Oklahoma to pay their respects to a well-known icon of the Mother Road, Laurel Kane. Laurel passed away in January (which I wrote about here) and her family planned a big celebration of … Continue reading Memory Lanes
After a lovely road trip through Kansas and a most impressive meal in downtown Kansas City, our rest on Friday night was welcome. Our bed at the B&B was quite comfortable; had I not set an alarm, I'm certain we wouldn't have made it up in time for 9:00 AM breakfast. Thankfully, we got ourselves … Continue reading Kansas City Weekend – Part II
Yesterday afternoon, I received news that my dear friend and local Route 66 icon Laurel Kane passed away. It was unexpected; though she had struggled with some health issues for a while, none of them had been urgent. Alas, here we are, a little over a day into a world without her infectious laughter and keen wit, heard … Continue reading Farewell to Laurel
"Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory" - Iman How in the world has it been five years already? When I sat down to write this post about the anniversary of my father's untimely passing, it struck me at how much has changed since that fateful … Continue reading Five Years Later
A day off for me rarely means "relaxation" in the traditional sense. Even if I plan to stick around the house, I will often make a snap decision on the day to take a quick drive somewhere...and that usually turns into an all-day excursion. Considering my current working schedule is 2:00 PM to 11:00 PM, I've … Continue reading The Choctaw Nation, Memorials, & Forgotten Spans
Tomorrow marks three years since I received the fateful call that my father was gone. Although it feels like a lifetime ago, I can still recall details. I'm purposefully not looking at any of my old posts to see what effect the last several years have had on my memory. It was Tuesday. Driving into … Continue reading Three
