PARIS SPRINGS, MISSOURI. Gary Turner in 2008,
one of my favorite Route 66 images. The Sinclair gas station in Paris
Springs, where you can find Gary most days, is where I had the
opportunity to experience Route 66 from the other direction - that of a
stay in one place proprietor rather than a constantly moving-on
traveler. In 2010, I sat in the shade on Gary Turner's little porch for
about an hour with him, and watched as he greeted the passersby. First
to pull up were two old high school
buddies about my age, who were driving 66 in a Corvette. It was
something they had been planning to do since they were kids, and life
had paused just long enough for both of them to fulfill their dream. A
bit later, a retired couple from Canada wandered in, telling us how much
they enjoyed exploring the U.S. in their retirement. This inspired a
friendly discussion about the differences between Canadian and American
cultures. I could really get to like this, I thought, as I sat back and
relaxed with my new friends. But when two more cars pulled up to the
curb a bit later, there suddenly was no more time to meet the new
arrivals, as there were places to see down the road and I had to get
moving. I reluctantly packed up my camera and said my goodbyes, but the
disappointment passed quickly as I began exploring what was around the
next bend. Maybe someday I'll buy a little piece of Route 66 and settle
down, letting the world come to me and sign my guestbook, and sleep in
the same bed every night. But not just yet.
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