Marsh arch “rainbow curve” bridge, the original Route 66 bridge over Brush Creek, west of Baxter Springs. A more modern bridge has replaced it, but the Brush Creek Bridge…
Scenes from Route 66, Kansas.
In the middle of all the hubbub of the last two months and more still coming daily, a day or two taken for myself, a ride, breaking loose were much…
Everything seems to run a day or so behind the last couple of months, right up to this, a two year anniversary post posted a day late. Two years ago…
Mid-August in Oklahoma hardly comes in the low eighties and seventies but so have come these days with nights in the sixties, fall cool, it feels like October. They blame El…
There is a certain level of falseness, of pretention that is absolutely nerve grating for those of us more inclined toward a genuine nature and brutal honesty. And there is…
I was there and the air was laughing humid, the dark silhouette of Tennessee forest surrounded us and the night sky was deep royal violet, regal clouds aloofly passing by soft…
The sun shown bright on the treeless Kansas landscape, dust rolled in wafting sequential clouds with the whir of engines passing before each cloud, the crowd and announcer talked excitedly, and…
In the pantheon of our wild west history, certain cities come to mind, always. Places where characters lived and died, where important battles were fought, where the roots of those…
Our drinks were ordered and as we perused the menu, E looked analytically around the room, eyeing the staff head to toe, taking in the décor, examining the finer details.…
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