This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
21 May 2011
New Ways of Doing Business
While driving west on Central Ave, just south of Interstate 40 (I40) in Albuquerque recently, looking for a place to stop for the night we came across this cluster of signs. We did stay here and there really is a dental office right in the main office building of the motel. I didn't ask if the dentist owned the motel or what the arrangement was.
By the way, the signs identifying this road and others as part of the original Route 66 seem to be everywhere in New Mexico. It seemed like every other exit on I40 had a little sign indicating a portion of old Route 66 was near that exit. I guess they built roads that lasted in those days. There are a few places that look like they come from the '30s or the '40s. Our connection with Route 66 has to do with a trip my Rohrschneider grandparents took from southern Wisconsin all the way to San Bernadino, California in 1926. I have some pictures of them somewhere in Arizona or New Mexico in which the road is barely recognizable. My mother Joann was about 5 years old at the time.
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