October 9, Staunton.
The signs on highway 4: Historic Illinois Route 66, 1926-1930. It took a country road off 4 then joined it again a few miles south.
The mother of all roads, the road much traveled, the mythical road, ending in my once turf of San Bernardino, dusty, forlorn San Bernardino where I would search in vain for signs of that American icon and find cheap strip malls and no-man's lands dotted with homeless along five-lane freeways - but what more American?
Friday, October 10, 2008
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