WRITTEN BY CARYL CLEM:
The travel bug bites again
Packing suitcases, phoning friends
Destination selection conversations.
Cheap gasoline fills tank for less than a five
The open road, 2 lanes with sparse road signs
Mom and Dad, navigators
John and I, back seat observers
Maps, snacks, Mom’s daily journal
Wallet ready, a cash withdrawal
Inked map messages bold dots
Time to buy gas town stops.
Cool cotton throw covering hot vinyl seats
Hours pass, I’m waiting for a place to eat.
Mom and Dad listening to radio fame
John reads, I play the alphabet game
Real ice cream milkshakes, fries, cheeseburgers
Truck stop diners to delivery done by roller skaters
Foamy root beer floats, dogs Coney Island style
Lunch was savored for many a mile.
Next surveying the landscape for Mom and Pop motels
Stark white buildings stick out, is there a place to dwell ?
Ready to call it a day sense of urgency
We felt lucky to spy signs flashing vacancy
61,000 motel choices
No credit cards, only green back dollars.
Today, guesswork replaced by internet options
Road trips remain an American pastime passion.