Drove to the famed Chain of Rocks bridge and got in line to cross it (the only reason Liz wanted to go on the tour). While waiting, we saw a truck with a name plate on it reading "R.A.S. Concrete Gurnee, Ill.". Could this be my buddy Rick Selle?. I walked over to it and, sure enough, it was. I hadn't seen him for many years, even though I had deejayed at his and Jenny's wedding many years ago. We did some catching up and again on the several occasions we encountered them the next two days.
We were the last ones off the bridge, but caught up with the rest at Route 66 Rides in Hamel, Ill., for the second passport stamp. Then to the really crowded Henry's Rabbit Ranch in Stanton.
We got the next stamp at Soulsby Station (Shell Gas station) in Mt. Olive. Even better, this was the first time we ever got to go into this mighty small, mighty old gas station.
--RoadDog
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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