Flea of the One Good Thing blog writes about her love of Route 66:
I've been waiting impatiently for the kids to get old enough to dump them off, kicking and sobbing, at summer camp for two full weeks, weeks that I can spend driving endlessly west and cooing over cheap roadside attractions and makeshift shacks with old women behind rotted counters selling jam and grapes on what are now frontage roads.
"Mommy! Please come get me! I hate it here and I want to come home!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, kids! Mommy's in Galena, Kansas. I'll see you in 12 days, probably."
It's just that Route 66 gives me so much happiness, and never ever stops.
There's much more, including recollections of Funks Grove Maple Sirup in Illinois, singing kitchen staffers at a hotel restaurant in Tulsa, and the overwrought sounds of Kate Smith singing at Meramec Caverns in Missouri. (And yes, Flea's experience in the caverns hilariously matched our own.)
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