Think of all of those Route 66 photos; abandoned gas stations, derelict cars at the side of the road, ordinary "folks" sipping malts through a straw at the local drugstore. Porches with swings, empty porches, clothes lines with dancing frocks, an abandoned toy tractor overturned in a scrappy yard. American flags everywhere, a few Confederate ones in certain locales. BBQ stands with folks lined up, spilling out onto the street, old movie marquees displaying "Easy Rider". This is the "real" America, as depicted in so many photographs.
The freeways, the Interstates are cold and without heart, bypassing all of those small towns helping to turn downtowns










