Fifteen years ago today:
Gallup, New Mexico. Flagstaff, Arizona. Don’t forget Winona. Kingman. And that’s it for today. The Route 66 tour continues after a flat tire in Gallup with a visit to Bedrock in lieu of the Grand Canyon…and a Wigwam Motel in Holbrook.
I used to do these all the time but I haven’t recently. Tonight seems like a good night since I haven’t much of anything to say tonight that doesn’t revolve around (a) whininess about the fact that I’m not in Canada right now like I’m supposed to be, (b) misplaced resentment that’s making me feel a little guilty, or (c) new techniques in the avoidance of starch and sugar.
We’ve already established that October is my reflective month and that I’m not averse to reruns, so here’s early October through the years: