Fifteen years ago today:
More Route 66 in Amarillo, Tucumcari, Albuquerque, and finally Gallup by twilight.
Having dinner with my dad in a crummy diner in the crummy town of Thomasville on the way to see my mom, and doing it to the accompaniment of “Under the Milly Way” by The Church. There’s something horribly wrong with all this.