WALKING ROUTE 66

When the Memories Come Flooding In

All you can do is reminisce.

Four years ago, I walked Route 66 — from Chicago to Santa Monica and blogged about it daily. Now, I am reflecting on the lessons learned along the way.

(Read from the start) The saga continues…

There are many alignments of Route 66 that were made through Oklahoma City over the years. One of them passed about a block from where I lived in the late 70s. The building above is where I lived when my roommate was murdered in cold blood at work. I would have been there, had I not quit a few days earlier.

Milk bottle building was two blocks north of my apartment; it brought back memories of days gone by and banana splits.

As I walked west on NW 23rd street from Anytime Fitness toward my apartment, I noticed that the movie theatre where Jan and I went so many years ago was gone. But Someplace Else down the street on Western Avenue was still there.

I called Cat and Zella to ask if the offer to hold on to my stroller was still on. Of Course, it was. They were headed to Edmond to do some shopping and would head there afterward. I told them where I had lost my balloon apron the day before. They said they’ll check the area out. (It wasn’t there.)

I headed south on Western toward downtown. Martha and Jerry caught up with me a half mile before I got to Greyhound, and I rode with them there. After they left, I went across the street to the travel plaza. I had ten hours before I can catch my bus.

I was surprised to find an Indian restaurant and an Indian grocery store within the plaza. Many truck drivers of Indian descent roam the Interstate Highways, and I have seen many of this kind of travel plazas popping up on the highways.

I had the best chicken tikka I had in a long time, and the naan was freshly made too. The complimentary salad was a surprising delight. Since they wouldn’t check in my baggage at Greyhound, I could not roam around town with all the time on my hand. So I went back and read David Freeeze’s Book about his cross-country travels on his bike.

As I think back and ponder.

Stay blessed and be happy, my friends.

Day 79: Old Memories (Original blog post).

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