My son and I drove from Wisconsin, through Illinois, Missouri, Kansas (a little), Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Utah, Wyoming, Nebraska, Iowa, and back. Maybe 30% non-Interstate, but fairly true to the Dust Bowl refugees of the 1930s and vacationers of the post-WWII Baby Boom. I shot stereotypes and not; abandoned gas stations, tumbleweeds; gorgeous scenery and oddball scenery; a Carson City laundromat with a liquor license and cafeteria; dented nuclear bombs; shoe-sizing X-ray machine. Favorite picture was not shot with my snazzy Nikon DSLR, but by my son with a little Kodak digital: a crushed Lincoln Town Car on an LA street. Slides with "Route 66" song locales are marked with the green music icon.