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  • Writer's pictureJanet Rendall

Almost to Our Final Destination (don’t like the sound of that)

Lily: Miss me? Hope so. I’

m back to try and wrap up this trip. I’ve been stressed, chewing up my own toys, handling it the best I can. This white animal below came into my life unexpectedly. She’s a deaf pup from the French Bulldog Rescue group. I’m as charitable as the next dog but after a month I thought she’d be gone!


The white one looks harmless, doesn’t she? Don’t be deceived. She’s already devoured several pairs of reading glasses, numerous ballpoint pens (even used one to leave an unreadable message on the white leather couch). Not to mention eating some very expensive Invisalign retainers and a hard cover book on French Bulldogs (I’m okay with that).


Now she’s become a poster child with my favorite grandchild. Way too pushy for my taste.


Because she’s deaf they’ve made me learn sign language to get a treat!But I digress. Back to the trek. This was Riverside Dr. in St. Louis, Mo. during or trip. We could use some of this water in California. Old Chain of Rocks Bridge from the Missouri side.

I could use a rest.


Constructed in 1929 and financed by tolls, this famous bridge is at the confluence of Mississippi and Missouri Rivers. Impressed by my knowledge? No French Bulldog would know this (of course I’m weak on European history).

I like to be carried when I’m tired.


Share in the mystique and the romance of Route 66 in a unique way. Read Route 66 to the Milky Way, a novel to capture your imagination and inspire you to travel and preserve the remaining structures on “the Mother Road”. It’s a part of America’s history and psyche. Even Europeans come over to travel it. Coming out in late April.



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