I've been reading Susan Kelly's wonderful biography of Cyrus Avery -- "The Story of Cy Avery: Father of Route 66" so I thought I'd try to find his grave in Rose Hill Cemetery.
It was drizzling, and friends had told me it can't be seen from the paved path, so I looked around for the Avery family plot from my car, but to no avail. I know it's a stone embedded in the ground rather than a standing headstone, so I think I can find a better day to go hunting for that.
Directly across Admiral from the cemetery is about the most inappropriate building you could envision for such a location, although as roadside kitch it is definitely a winner. It's Dong's, a firearms and ammo shop. At least we can be sure that Cyrus is being continually watched over by this guardian zebra.
Eventually I got tired of driving around in the drizzle and came home. Still restless, I tried to take some photos of my living room but obviously chose the wrong day for it. I'll try again some day when there's more light. Now I'm going to concentrate on putting up my meager Christmas decorations. Tomorrow I'll have a better blog post, I'm sure. I'm off with friends on a road trip. Can't wait!