|Route 66 Jewelry for the journey|
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He and I loved the freedom of the open road in summertime. One year, we rambled through the southwest via old Route 66 in his dad’s restored Plymouth, a boat-of-a-sedan made for comfort and luxury. The look of that car fit right in—it completed the scenery of 66. There was an added dimension of harmony and nostalgia seeing it parked at old gas stations, trading posts, rusted neon signs and abandoned cabins. We cruised through Arizona with windows wide open. Scorching heat created a shimmery haze on the distant road and it bleached the desert sky a faded aqua blue. I remember his easy laugh, my shiny red fingernails, our cooler full of root beer and sandwiches.
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|Thunder Hill steer skull earring and ring holder.Whimsical subject; seriously beautiful sculpture. Click to shop.|