So when we go visit SuperGuy’s Mom and sister in Lexington, we drive through Louisville. Right at the river there are these tile murals and I finally remembered to have my camera out and ready to take photos!
Okay, not the best photo…but I couldn’t convince SuperGuy to stop in the middle of the interstate. (really, he should be more supportive of my photography, shouldnt’ he?? 
) But you can kind of see here that the tiles are arranged to suggest images of Mohammad Ali. (okay, so we’ve been going past that for years, and I had to Google what it was. I just knew it was faces.)
This side I always thought was runners…but I guess it’s boxers 
When you get up close to it, it just looks like a tile wall. Kind of like magic!
Okay, darnit, you can still see the faces vaguely on this one…once again, SuperGuy would not stop on the freeway…
There you have it. Another road trip adventure with Kacey and SuperGuy!
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I grew up less than a mile from Route 66.
Route 66 is one of the original US highways and runs from Chicago to LA. It was “established” (whatever that means…) in 1926. They removed US 66 from the official US highways in 1985. (who does that??) ’cause, you know, the Interstate System was new and better. 
Anyway…while we were out antiquing last week, part of our journey was along the Historic Route 66. I told SuperGuy to STOP. THE. CAR. I wanted to get a picture of the Route 66 sign. He keeps driving…somewhere…I’m like “NO. Stop here!” He’s thinking I’m looking for a Route 66 sign. Nope. I jump out of the car and into the line of traffic…which thankful stopped…and got this photo of Route 66 stamped and worn in the roadway.
…and I lived to tell the tale. I tell you, there’s not much I wouldn’t do to get a photo that I want!
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SuperGuy was feeling a bit nostalgic…or had cabin fever…and suggested a road trip to Quincy IL.
He mispent spent his high school days growing up in Quincy and hadn’t been back in years. Like 20+ years. I admit I wasn’t totally enthusiastic about the road trip, since I’d just gotten home from Houston…but I agreed after a bit of bribery. because I’m such a good wife. (the not to be mentioned bribery, might have involved antiquing, I’m just sayin’)
Here is his home. Was his home? I mean, is it not to-die-for cool?
Look at the cool side view. The balconies. The round bay column thingie.
Wouldn’t you love to have the big old front porch? Hang out with your high school friends? Really, this house looks amazing. Isn’t that brick sidewalk cool? (how many times have I used cool in the post???)
It was a bed and breakfast for a bit long after SuperGuy and his family left. We went to a nice antique store and the owner of the store knew all about who had bought the house over the last 20 years. Very entertaining.
We drove around town for a bit. By the Quincy bridge, out by the river.
We drove along the series of parks on the river bluffs over looking the river, while SuperGuy regaled me with tales of his childhood antics.
I took photos upon photos of old buildings and sights around town. I had a really good time (but don’t tell SuperGuy, ’cause I want him to think he owes me. 
)
I managed to come home with a new darling piece of milk glass and a red & cream colored plate that matches nothing I own, but I fell in love with it.
So there you have it, going home, Quincy, IL style.
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