It's Less Than A Year Away "Route 66 International Festival Kingman"

I know I'm from the Boston area and you all think because the name of this here blog is "Route 66 Boston" that I'm going to the festival to take over it.

Well, I aint like that.

Some may remember me from Victorville some may not.

I think that here and there Route 66 has grown bigger than her britches.

I read a book that used the Route 66 stenciled in the road to sell a book that was not about Route 66 and might have everything to do with her marketing britches.

I lived in the city all my life with the exception of  my late teens when my dad bought his first home through an auction because of a small fire that left smoke damage then we gutted it and rebuilt into a fine home with an occasional boomerang landing as my own family grew. 

Middleton now has gown into quite the urban sprawl if I'm using the term correctly. 

I'm now back in the city in my first home that I purchased that sits less than 12 feet from highway extension Route 1A North, north of Boston a road that takes you along some of the most scenic New England shore lines one imagines they would see and

yes I have been asked what it is that I see in Death Vally or Sitgreaves Pass.  

I have floated on plastic air inflated rafts around rocky shores that I would not dare swim but it is the desert where I prefer to live out the last of my days.