Day 24: July 2, 2011
Some Sixty-Six Joints
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I pulled off the interstate at Erick, Oklahoma, thinking that the Roger Miller Museum might be open. It was and I got inside it for the first time. Erick is Roger's home town and the museum covers his entire life. The tour from the knowledgeable attendant (Dang me, I forgot her name.) was very informative. No photos are permitted inside so a shot of the door is all I can show.

The outside is also all I can show of the place up the street but it's for a very different reason. The Sand Hills Curiosity Shop, where Harley & Annabelle Russel, a.k.a. the "Mediocre Music Makers", perform, is locked. Annabelle was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in February and the couple is staying in Oklahoma City while she undergoes fifteen months of chemotherapy. Signs are encouraging but the Curiosity Shop remains closed for the indefinite future.

It's a curiosity of its own that these two very different places call Erick home. Harley and Annabelle pretty much like everybody but it's hard to resist "we're the only bus stop in town" type digs at an operation that has been openly hostile toward the Russels. On the other hand, it's understandable that the Russels' "insanity at its finest" is hard for some to accept. If Roger were still in town, I'm sure he would feel quite honored by the museum with his name on it but I think he'd spend most of his time up the street.

I've read about John Hargrove's place near Arcadia but I've never seen it. I know I've driven by but I also know I've sort of bypassed it on occasion by driving the older Route 66 alignment that goes by Jim Ross' house. Today I wasn't planning on being here at all. I wanted to see the motorcycle museum at Seaba Station and determined that getting off the interstate at US 177 was the best way to do that. However, when I came to US 77 I forgot all about the '1' part and headed north. As a result, I drove about twenty-five more miles of old Sixty-Six than intended. Not that that's a bad thing.

This place isn't normally in-your-face obvious (like those bottle trees that I just can't believe I've missed) but today there were colored flags at the drive and a sign that said something about cars turning. I turned around and pulled in and slowly realized that a wedding, or perhaps a wedding reception, was in progress. I grabbed a few photos and left with plans to return someday. Congratulations Deneise & Brad.

Seaba Station now houses an impressive collection of motorcycles. The first two I've pictured are oldies; a 1909 Triumph and a 1913 Pope. There are some rare bikes and some not so rare bikes. That white fendered bike in the fourth photo belongs to roadie Ken "The Landrunner" Turmel.

As I was taking pictures of the building, co-owner Jerry Ries came out to make sure I didn't miss a particular feature and I got him to pause long enough for one photo. The feature he was reminding me of was the detached restrooms behind the station. These flushing (constantly while occupied) toilets were truly state of the art in 1921.

Of course, with the Forester, I pulled into the driveway at Jerry McClanahan's with no problem. The studio was locked and I saw no cars next door so I just took a picture in the nice sunshine. As I drove away I caught a glimpse of a truck directly behind the house so McJerry may have been home after all. There will be more chances.

I've met Jerry McClanahan several times. I just haven't been inside his studio. Dawn Welsh of the Rock Cafe, I've never met at all. I guess I'll need to change my arrival time if I'm ever to break the streak which now stands at four. Perhaps the worse thing about Dawn not being at the restaurant was that no one could explain the fish to me. "Somebody just gave it to her", was all they knew but they did all agree that they ought to work up a better story.

I recall that on my first visit in 2003 I was much impressed with the sandwich I had though I can't remember exactly what it was. It was probably a 'burger but all I know is that it was on marble bread and was extremely good. Visits two & three I know involved 'burgers and both, while satisfactory, weren't anything special. Today I went for something other than a sandwich and am once again impressed with the Rock Cafe's food. Jagerschnitzel with hand made spaetzle made a believer out of me. I just hope Dawn's not converting this to a Long John Silver's or a fancy seafood restaurant.

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