Better Left As Memories

<p>It had been fifty years since I'd left New Hampshire back in June of 1968 to do the one thing many long haired hippies had only talked about doing...hitch-hiking to California by way of the MOTHER ROAD Route 66 and that journey I wrote about in my novel BETWEEN THE WHITE LINE AND THE FENCE POST.</p><p>So when two high school friends made contact and invited me on a trip they were planning which was to drive Route 66 to California to experience what they hadn't back in 1968 I jumped up and down with excitement.</p><p>Along with places I wanted to re-visit there were ones I hadn't seen back when I hitched across the country and was looking forward to seeing them and writing about them.</p><p>As fifty years takes a toll on our bodies so has it taken its toll on Route 66. Much has been re-placed by Route 40 with very little of the old route there to drive over. Gas stations and other businesses I worked at to buy my beloved burger and fries are no longer there or are now skeletons of buildings.</p><p>For me this trip would answer a lot of questions I've had and it would also take me down the dark paths of my past that were:<br>BETTER LEFT AS MEMORIES</p>