Friday, October 25, 2013

Route 66


                        ... route 66

                                      ... a cemetery ... headstones hidden in grass / a beer joint past closing time 

    ... broken windows / broken doors

                                                                 ... me and jack on a broken road





10 comments:

  1. I would have loved to be a fly on the ceiling of the car during that trip.

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    1. That particular road trip was in New Mexico, a small abandoned town on the original Route 66. Great photo opps and great feelings of Kerouac's presence ... I sometimes feel it even now ... You would have made a great navigator ... :)

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  2. I wouldn't fancy being on that road late at night. And I'd make sure I had good car tyres too.

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    1. It's not a route I've taken in a while ...

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  3. A peak at a wonderful time in your life I suspect. Oh to be young and on the road again!

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    1. I have felt a deep kinship with Jack Kerouac since I was 16 years old ... feel his presence still ...
      Yes, the open road still pulls at my shirtsleeve

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  4. A wonderful old stretch of road, and stretch of imagination. We live less than two miles from another original stretch in old Rt. 66, Teresa, and the mother head is about twelve miles or so northeast of us.

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    1. It's fun, isn't it, to travel these sections ... I love its history ... Thank you Penny.

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    1. It sure is. I first became enchanted with it watching the old Route 66 television show way back when I was just a child ... love all it represents for so many of us ... Thanks for commenting!

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