8/11/2011
Sunday morning arrived which meant it was a day for departure. But first, Mike and Judy took me and mama out to a Sunday morning buffet. The thing I love about these smaller towns is that everyone knows everyone else. It’s really something special. It seems like everyone is related as well. It’s not uncommon to spot your cousin when you are out eating.
Skies were clear and the corn was tall. Saying good-bye is tough but, I never think in terms of good-bye. I always think until we meet again. I will surely return to visit Mike and Judy. They were a riot. As were their pets Fritz and Odie.
On the road, the memories came flooding back. Even though I ran that stretch of route 66 a couple months ago, each days’ details were crystal clear...
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