Rout 66: Day 1
I woke up this morning to the stunning view of Niagara Falls from the Canadian side, and it hit me—why wait? I set out for Chicago, unsure of when I’d arrive or what the city would be like with traffic and all the usual obstacles. Heading west, I made it just after lunch. The streets were surprisingly clear, and there was drumming in front of a building across the street. Then I saw it—not the sign I took a photo with, but the one around the corner. The one that captures the essence of time and place, a space created for the American dream: Route 66.
I didn’t stay long. A couple of taxi and bus drivers reminded me of the last time I walked these streets—when I was 13, just before moving. It was my first glimpse of this beautiful city, and today, memories flooded back through the windows as I drove past.
Now, my journey has truly begun, tracing the old roads of America. Illinois, in particular, has done a remarkable job of preserving history and guiding travelers through time. But for me, Illinois will always be about the music—the lasting influence of Miles Davis, whose work has shaped my career and life in profound ways.
