I Got My Kicks...

with the Imperial Debonair. You probably thought I was going to say. "on Route 66." Well, I wasn't. That would just be trite.

This camera is kind of cool. When I first picked it up, I wasn't terribly impressed. It looked a little cruddy and I had to clean it off. But it was the only camera there, so I bought it. I was pleasantly surprised.

I'm currently serving a minimum three-year sentence at Stinker AFB in Oklahoma. In spite of that, I'm trying to make the most of things. Last weekend, I went to the National Route 66 Museum in Elk City. I also stopped at the Cherokee Restaurant on the way home. They had some pretty good eats. There was a real ambiance there what with being able to sit and watch the state of Oklahoma burn to a crisp while I ate my bison burger. As it turned out, I got out of southwestern Oklahoma just ahead of the fires. There was also a very large gift shop. They had some really cool stuff. They also had the kind of "gifts" that keep on giving--every Christmas in the form of white elephants at office parties. If you're looking for just the right gift for that special person--the type that screams, "I hate you"--nothing says it like a porcelain weiner dog in a tutu.