Just the name "Route 66" brings nostalgia. While my brother and oldest sister were born in California, I was born in Chicago. I can remember, in the dim recesses of my mind, making that drive. The last time my Uncle was driving (my brother and sister were here by then.)
I did take some detours on old Route 66 and was amazed by the decay. I saw some motels that screamed "Bates Motel!" I will add some more images as I get time.
My Office
I wanted to be able to set up a place to work. I have needed to do some work in Houston, Anchorage Alaska, on projects I am working on for client, and in case I needed to sign papers in regards to the sale of the house. So here she is.
Route 66
I drove
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