I'm planning a short, impromptu Kooky's Road Trip to the Lamar Free Fair, in Lamar. MO. I'll wander south this afternoon, drop by the fair tomorrow and blow through some film, then head back north at some point.
What makes this MORE FUN for me is that I'm taking my old Nikon Nikkormat cameras I used 35+ years ago when I was a reporter/photographer for the Lamar Democrat.
Some people measure travel with MPG (miles per gallon). I measure mine using MPR (miles per roll).
I think I went through three rolls on the way from Kansas City to Lamar.
Aaaaaaaaand Kooky stopped at Cooky’s for dinner.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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Day Seven: I needed a cup of Joe to keep me homeward bound. I stopped in this tiny town and am at the only place in town, having good coffee and talking with the old timers. I love this stuff.
The first time I heard Navajo spoken as a natural course of conversation was in Holbrook, Arizona. I was in an art gallery that sold various Indian art. The owner, Nakai, spoke to one of the locals, who dropped by, in his native tongue. He sold me a ring in English.
Day Five: I finally made it to Route 66! Can anyone guess which motel I’m staying in tonight?
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