Kicks

Of course I have heard of Route 66, the original highway from Chicago to LA. I have seen many touristy traps in Springfield, IL and even Albuquerque, NM, but never really driven on it. Last weekend I hit a new Route 66 destination: Lincoln, IL, where Cal now lives.

On my way to Bloomington from Lincoln, I actually traversed the infamous Route 66. I didn't actually see this image, but I did buy a postcard of it ($1.50). Something I've always wanted to do is drive the whole route. Kind of funny coming from someone who doesn't really like to drive that much. I think I discovered on my Florida trip I have more driving stamina than I thought. And I thought it would be fun to stop at all the kitschy diners, dives and road side attractions along the way. Maybe on a motorcycle.

I got down and dirty with my oven this morning. Pat had put a limp pizza directly on the oven grates last night and it basically melted into the bottom of the oven. I sprayed it down last night and cleaned the grates. This morning I jolted out of bed with dirty oven on my mind. Yeah, it was long overdue.

And that's how we get our Kicks on Route 66 and Calhoun Street.