I finally made it to Route 66! Can anyone guess which motel I’m staying in tonight?
I asked Sarah Hancock, the lady checking me in “how many guests are staying here tonight?”
“Counting you?” she replied then a long pause... “Two.”
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It appears there’s a “coffee crisis” at the Wigwam Motel. They offer none. So I’ll have to walk the two blocks to Tina Bop’s Coffeteria (I just threw a dart at the name of the place. Sarah Hancock told me, but I wasn’t really listening).
So instead of sleeping, which is what I really want to do right now, I’m perusing Holbrook City Laws to see if there is an ordinance against walking the morning streets in pajamas and slippers to get coffee.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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“I’m hungry,” I said to myself after getting my tires fixed in Shamrock, TX. Hmmm...Wynoka is only a few hours away.So with German food and bier on my mind, I texted Dieter to see if he had room. He replied with some obscure text I didn’t understand so decided to call.
Day Eight: For the whole story here, I need to backtrack about seven years, maybe. Not sure, my life’s been a blur. I was driving home from Pampa, TX and staying off the main roads. I wanted to see what was going on behind the scenes...
Day Six: I love waking up without an alarm. There’s a reason it’s called “alarm” and I can’t think of any good ones.
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