I recently had the opportunity to travel a long stretch (from Oklahoma City, OK to Flagstaff, AZ) of what used to be the famous Route 66, on a trip from Chicago to Phoenix. I chronicled some of the journey with my trusty camera phone.
I met The King at a gas station somewhere in Iowa.
Lots of corn in Iowa, that’s for sure.
Outside Des Moines (the better way to go from Chicago to Kansas City, let me tell you – avoid St.Louis).
Ever wonder what happened to the old shootout clocks Major League Soccer used to use? Kansas City’s old clocks are in the back yard of my friend, Sam Pierron, in Lawrence, KS.
While in Noble, Oklahoma, my man Mike Segroves took me to Kendall’s, which serves the biggest and best chicken-fried steak I’ve ever had or seen or heard tell of.
The aforementioned Mr. Segroves, who showed me around Norman, OK. Which is actually prettier than you’d think.
On my way out of town, I stopped at the Oklahoma City National Memorial honoring those who died in the 1995 bombing of the Murrah Federal Building.
The inscription on the gate reads,“We come here to remember those who were killed, Those who survived and those changed forever. May all who leave here know the impact of violence. May this memorial offer comfort, strength, peace, hope and serenity.”
The reflecting pool, a thin layer of water over polished black granite, sits between the gates.
168 empty chairs, one for each person who lost their life on April 19, 1995, stand as silent tribute.
Each victim of the bombing has his or her name etched on the glass base of each chair, including 19 smaller chairs for the children who lost their lives.
One gate has “9:01” above its doorway (representing the last moment of peace) and this has “9:03” inscribed on it (representing the first moment of recovery).
Part of the exterior wall of the Murrah building frames one side of the monument.