The first is from two days of low carb/high fat per doctor’s orders. I’m also feeling seriously dehydrated and peeing a lot. But that’s apparently normal and probably nothing anyone really needed to know.
The second is from watching some of the US Tour 1997 video. I hadn’t realized YouTube’s image stabilization would make the titles I added jump around and act so crazy. Sorry about that. Not sorry enough to fix it, though.
Fifteen years ago today:
In Atlanta with my host Tony, I tour the city, eat at Krystal, and meet the famous cat who fetches.
Fifteen years ago today:
Quick video covering a very long day wherein I decided that I hate Alabama and am none too crazy about Mississippi either.
Fifteen years ago today:
A drive through Memphis in search of Beale Street and original Holiday Inns, followed by a trek across Little Rock, and a landing in Oklahoma City.
Fifteen years ago today:
A grand tour of various incarnations of Route 66 in Oklahoma City and west toward Amarillo, with stops in Clinton OK, Shamrock TX, and other spots, plus a visit to Pop Hicks Restaurant and the Route 66 Museum in Clinton.
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.
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:
