Route 66 (Part II)
Thursday, I went home sick from work. Some kind of stomach bug had taken hold of me and, although I was trying to get things accomplished at the office, everyone was like, 'Dude, go home.' So I did...and I rested. Friday I still didn't feel great, so I stayed home. I hate missing work, but I'm glad I didn't push myself. I milled about the house and rested. By the time Saturday morning arrived, I was feeling better; I was also feeling stir-crazy. I needed to get out of the house and DO something. So I went to breakfast.
Driving farther down the road, the old highway runs right through Sapulpa. I'm not very familiar with this suburb of Tulsa; I never find a reason to come out here. But I did know they had a restored trolley car somewhere in town, and sure enough, right along the highway was a restored, sheltered trolley car left over from the times when rail ferried passengers to and from Tulsa. It was a short visit, as the actual area the trolley was kept was closed, so I decided to keep driving. As I was exiting the city limits, I saw a great old steel truss bridge; a weakness of mine. I pulled over and explored the bridge for a few minutes, noting the old brick pavement beneath my feet. It had been closed earlier in 2013 for safety reasons, so I had it to myself. I wonder how long it'll be before it, too, is only a memory.