Gila's Place

A menagerie of eclectic things…

As a kid, I got in trouble all the time for being late getting home. My mom imagined all kinds of things I might be out doing; none of which she approved of, and likely none of which I was doing.

Truth is, most of the time, I was just out with friends, burning up gas on the backroads of Southern Illinois. Daylight or dark it was always great past time. Gas was no where near $5 a gallon back then.

Fast forward three decades or so and I am back in my old stomping grounds. Some of the backroads look a little different; many paved that weren’t in my youth, but I can find my way through all of them.

And when I want to clear my head, I go back to the place in my youth that I got the most peace.

Yeah, those backroads. They never disappoint.

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