In an attempt to keep myself from going stark raving crazy from "recuperating" in my house for too long, I decided this cold, gray day would be a good time to take a ride. I miss my car so much! I intended to get an oil change, so I picked up Ron M. and we drove to the dealership, only to find that the wait was going to be too long. So, what better excuse to head back to Route 66 to seek out something new, something different. Alas, not much has changed on 11th St. since we last cruised it before Christmas.
At the new Route 66 Interpretive Plaza (11th and Mingo), the bronze plaques have been affixed to the concrete podia but it was too cold and windy to walk up the rise to photograph them. The whole layout of the Interpretive Plaza continues to be interesting, a place for rest, contemplation, and education on a more favorable day, so we'll save that for the spring.
The original sign has disappeared. I wonder what happened to it. It's one of my first memories from when I came to Tulsa, but I'm not sure why. It's quite plain, formerly neon.