Thursday, we drove Route 66 through Illinois from Dwight to Litchfield. Took us about thirty minutes longer to get from home to Dwight because of all the stoplights. If there was a stoplight, that we didn't catch red, I'd like to know where it was. (Well, there were a very few green ones, but not many.)
Glad to see signage in Pontiac for all the different alignments. Also, there is a new Lincoln statue at that beautiful court house. Our favorite place to stay in Pontiac, the Downtowner Motel, right by the square, unfortunately, is still closed.
Stopped at Funk's Grove Sirip (correct spelling) for some maple candy, but they were all out. They will get more and just finished gathering sap a few days ago.
Tall Paul is still standing there with the hot dog in his hand in Atlanta. I peeked into the window at the Palm Cafe and it appears they are about ready to open again. This used to be the hot spot back in the 1930s-1950s and it's reopening after being gone for many years.
Visited with the Old Coot on 66 and his young bride, Ernie and Fran Edwards at the site of the old Pig Hip in Broadwell. They survived the winter and are doing well. Ernie, who is 92 is getting around with just a cane these days.
Listened to a fun CD of those old great sixties songs by a band we're definitely going to see in the near future, The Class of 1968. Thanks, Joyce. Rocking down the road with some really rocking music. This is one bunch of white guys who can really sing soul.
Got Our Sights Set on the Cozy Dog. --RoadDog
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Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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