On car trips my father would only stop for gas, food, oil and maybe, open wounds. He hated to stop. And even though every summer we were on The Mother Road (Route 66!), my dad was hell-bent to get to Iowa so we could eat five times a day and talk about crops. Every year we drove by the sign in eastern New Mexico that stated Billy the Kid’s grave was only 53 miles tha


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