Until another car
comes along, until another driver with camera comes out, one can
almost indulge in Twilight Zone-like fantasies as one stands along
this portion of old U.S. 66.
In Texola, Oklahoma, the highway
loses its divided nature through what's left of the town.
Here, as I communed with the pavement in intense September heat, I
had my other-worldly feeling suddenly heightened by two huge military
jets, swooping low over the highway and almost directly
overhead. From virtual silence to "attack" and back to
virtual silence -- It only took some few seconds.