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Is Butch's site.
He has posted a stirring polemic against the Bush's holy war in Iraq.
The stirring has raised several interesting comments.
Nice picture accompanying, too.
Route 66, a strip of asphalt uniting the nation
Butch has also posted the poem as a comment on yesterday's post right here on FFTL
Route 66, the American dream of freedom and mobility.
Why don'cha read it?
It winds from Chicago to L.A.
God, remember back in the day when we would ride around in our Oldsmobiles and scratch up a couple of bucks to put 5 gallons of 15 cent gas in the tank and four or five similarly priced burgers in our guts and have a hell of a time?
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posted by Lane Savant at 10:36 AM
5 Comments:
O.K. It was the day before.
It's called "Four Buck Gas"
Hallo, Lane & Glenn,
(1) It takes more than a strip of asphalt to unite this nation (USA)!
(2) The train you took from LA to Flagstaff and back also joins Chicago to LA.schuess,
Anonomann
Route 66, a quality television series in the middle 60's starring Martin Milner with first George Maharis (who I bumped into on a film set back when I was an actor in 1976, and what an arrogant sad asshole he was--and of course his career has really "lasted", enit?), and then the third season with Glenn Corbett; also starring the 1964 Corvette fastback classic.
U.S. Route 66 (also known as Route 66, U.S. Highway 66, The Main Street of America, The Mother Road and the Will Rogers Highway) was a highway in the U.S. Highway system. One of the original federal routes, US 66 was established on November 11, 1926, though signs did not go up until the following year.[1] It originally ran from Chicago, Illinois, through Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and California, before ending at Los Angeles for a total of 2,448 miles (3,940 km)[2].
Route 66 underwent many improvements and realignments over its lifetime that changed its overall length. One of these realignments moved the western endpoint from downtown Los Angeles to Santa Monica. Contrary to common belief, Route 66 never ran to the coast; it terminated onto what was at the time US-101 ALT, at what is today the intersection of Olympic Boulevard and Lincoln Boulevard (a segment of State Route 1). It never went to the intersection of Ocean Boulevard and Santa Monica Boulevard, even though there is a plaque dedicating Route 66 as the Will Rogers Highway there.
Route 66 was a major path of the migrants who went west, especially during the Dust Bowl of the 1930s, and supported the economies of the communities through which the road passed. People doing business along the route became prosperous due to the growing popularity of the highway, and those same people later fought to keep the highway alive even with the growing threat of being bypassed by the new Interstate Highway System.
US 66 was officially decommissioned (that is, officially removed from the United States Highway System) on June 27, 1985[3] after it was decided the route was no longer relevant and had been replaced by the Interstate Highway System. Portions of the road that passed through Illinois, New Mexico, and Arizona have been designated a National Scenic Byway of the name "Historic Route 66". It has begun to return to maps in this form. Some portions of the road in southern California have been redesignated State Route 66, and others bear "Historic Route 66" signs.
Thank you for the stirring plug on "4 Buck Gas". It managed to get a lot out of my system. It seems to touch on some primal pain for most of us. Rick Mobbs painting, STUPID WAR, is the perfect illustration for it. Rick has been great in giving us permission to use his paintings to post over many of the things I put in FFTR.
Love that shot of the Model A rusting away; an artsy shot, almost needing a poem to be created for it specifically. You set up the icons and we write about it. That's what Rick Mobbs does on his blog, MINE ENEMY GROWS OLDER.
Yeah, God knows where those halcyon days went with .15 gas and .15 burgers, 7 for a buck at the Dairy Queen in Burien in 1960, right? We used to drive out to the ocean, the coast past Aberdeen just to throw in a Coke bottle, just for something to do--when we weren't attending an Elvis film festival all nighter at the El Rancho Drive In.
And kudos for the great writing on Alex's blog site. She was tickled by our wordsmithing and humor.
Glenn
great things here. i'll come back and peruse.
I loved your prose response comment on FFTR to "4 Buck Gas".
So I "rearranged" it gently:
Back In The Day
God,
remember
back in the day
when we would ride around
in Lucille
and scratch up
a couple of bucks
to put 5 gallons
of 15 cent gas
in the tank
and four or five
similarly priced burgers
in our guts
and have a hell of a time?
You know,
back when Roy Cohn
and his girl friend,
Joe McCarthy
were on the hook
of the KGB
trying to find
"Commies"
everywhere; but
where they were?
When
where they were,
was stealing
H-bomb secrets?
Nothing has changed
since then
really.
Nothing has changed
since Thucidides told us
about the slag,
scum and shit
that inevitably floats
to the surface
of any great ape society.
All we've got
is each other,
gang.
Doug Palmer June 2008
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