You know I just can't figure my man out..you know the one, the one I gave the best years of my life to before my brain and body turned to jello. We head out today to see the original route 66 in Amarillo. He passes me a map in the truck and says...You just need to watch for exit 68B....so that is all I am prepared to do. We get on the turnoff and he says..."Now you need to tell me how to get here " ( as he points to a picture on the map). I give him my famous stunned look let my mouth drop to the floor. He says.."How far is it?" I ever so calmly (not) look at him and say..."We are about 2 inches away on the map". Needless to say he took over reading the map, and after stopping for directions we get there 45 min later. Funny how the drive home was only 10 min. So we walked the old strip for awhile, it reminds me of Old Strathcona back in the late 70's when I worked there. Of course it was not a popular area then. We stopped into a gun shop to take a peek. People were in there talking about guns like I would talk about jewelry at People's . I told the salesman that I have never seen a real gun as I am from Canada and we don't carry guns on us. All the people around us were stunned and one young man actually said "Now that is crazy"....Really, I wanted to say....I know crazy..and in this case I was the sane one.
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