I hooked up with the famous highway just outside of Oklahoma City, taking a nostalgic stroll into the past. As I followed the infrequent stretches of route 66, my mind thought back to the early 1960’s, when my family and I were living in Long Beach, California. About once a year we would take trips to Utah to visit relatives.
There was a stretch of two-lane road, between San Bernardino and Barstow, that was part of route 66. Ah, those were the days, when the bladder would not last from one town to the next, and mom always carried a can in the car for us kids to “do our duty” in. After we were done, she would roll down the passenger-side car window and dispose of the waste.
Well, on one of our trips, my Grandmother Davis was riding in the back seat on the right side. It had been a warm day and all the car windows were down. (We didn’t have air conditioning back in those days) One of us kids did our duty in the can, and mom threw the waste out her window, which blew right back into the backseat of the car all over Grandmother Davis’s face. I think we all laughed for the next 100 miles.
I’m ending my journey for the day in Amarillo, Texas. Tomorrow I’ll follow route 66 until Albuquerque, New Mexico, where I’ll head north towards Utah.
As always, see you tomorrow…