Posted on Thursday, May 7th, 2009 at 10:45 pm

To amend my last post: I mean no disrespect to the Mother Road or to those who love it. I love it, too. Route 66 crosses my road near one of my favorite landmarks: the Flamingo Motel, outside of Limen, Illinois. But this much you can’t argue: Route 66 isn’t a forgotten highway. Not by a long shot.

I’ve lived on the Odd Trail my whole life, although I’ve grown up in three states in the same town. Fixture, the town I grew up in, has actually changed states a number of times during my own lifetime (which isn’t that long a span of years). The Missouri-Arkansas border Fixture sidles up to has been re-surveyed over and over, and every time it’s re-surveyed, Fixture residents have to change their driver’s licenses. A couple of times Fixture residents even turned out to be Kansans. This is the kind of thing that happens on my road; it’s just a weird place. Ambrose Bierce, for instance, supposedly wrote no less than ten of his short stories with the Odd Trail in mind. Supposedly those are ten of his weirder stories.

I love Ambrose Bierce. I love him almost as much as I love my road.

Anyhow, I love my road, so I decided to start building it a website. This is that site; I know it’s not much to look at now, but stop back by again soon. You’re going to love exploring the Odd Trail.


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