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Day 1
Arrows and Bridges and Rain
Day 2
Sixty-Six Reached
Day 3
Ready to Confer
Day 4
Conferring
Day 5
Conferring II
Day 6
Buildings, Bridges, & Bugs
Day 7
Wrapping It Up
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The fact that I'm just now getting my journal caught up is an indication
of how busy I was at the conference. Yes, some of the things that kept me
busy -- the bash, the breakfast, the concert -- weren't exactly or
officially part of the conference but the fact that nearly all of the
people at these extra-conference activities were also paid conference
attendees or presenters is an indication that the conference itself was a
success. That it was different from past national events is obvious.
Whether it was a blip or a watershed event is not.
As far as I know, this was the first time that "roadies"
actually paid to attend something other than a meal. There was plenty of
grumbling, of course, and I don't doubt that many question whether they
received good value. There were certainly instances of the choir not only
being preached to but paying for the sermon. But there were also instances
of something new being heard while listening to a familiar voice. My sense
is that there is less grumbling afterward than before. The success of any
event depends primarily on the people who spend time, energy, and money
making it happen. I don't think that's any more or less true for the
Edwardsville conference than for other events but I think that maybe time,
energy, and money were not the only things the organizers contributed. It
could be wishful thinking but both last year's gathering in Kingman and
this year's in Edwardsville seemed to have a little vision behind them.
There is certainly some truth in the view that those events had to be
different because the old guard abdicated but I think there is just as
much truth in the view that they were given an opportunity to be
different. Maybe those differences didn't result in complete and
indisputable success but they sure didn't result in failure and that makes
me hopeful.
It was a beautiful day to cross Indiana -- once the fog was gone.
A post-conference visit to endangered beauty in East St Louis and a pair
of icons in St Louis got me headed home with a smile.
More good presentations preceded by a wonderful e-group breakfast and
followed by a fabulous Roadie Bash. It caught on in a flash.
Interesting presentations, a pumpkin shake, a good dinner, and a great
concert. What's not to like?
After a couple more stops, I reached the conference where I became too
busy connecting and reconnecting to give this journal much attention.
That's not really a bad thing, you know.
Rain was still around for most of the day but it was never very heavy. I
ate at what could be the oldest Maid-Rite in the world and which is
certainly the oldest Maid-Rite I'd never heard of. Then it was a Cozy Dog,
a root beer float at Doc's, and manicotti at the Ariston. If you can't eat
well, eat a lot.
Raindrops are falling on my hood. They keep fallin'. But I still got a
look at Indiana's big arrows and a few covered bridges.
There's something a little different happening on Route 66 this year. It's
called a conference. I've noted several times in the past that the big
annual gathering for Lincoln Highway fans, and recently for Jefferson
Highway fans, too, is called a conference with the biggest Route 66
related event each year being called a festival. Last year's "Route
66 International Festival" in Kingman, Arizona, included a
"Crossroads of the Past and Future Conference". This year, the
"Route 66 International Festival" name is going unused. The
"Miles of Possibility" conference being held in Edwardsville,
Illinois, could be a look at the future, a one year anomaly, or just
another independent gathering of unorganized roadies. There was a time
when it seemed unlikely that it would happen at all but quite a few people
have put in a lot of hard work to see that it does. The least I can do is
be there.
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