Growing up along Route 66 wasn’t all kicks. But it was the road that made me.

By: Max McCoy

Outlets: Kansas Reflector

Published: March 22, 2026

Words: 2,286

Last Updated: 4 months, 2 weeks ago

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On warm nights when my bedroom window was open I could hear the endless stream of vehicles on Route 66. We lived in a small house at the east edge of Baxter Springs and across the street from my window was a pasture and on nights when there wasn’t any wind the sound of escape — the rushing of tires, the shifting of gears, the bellowing exhaust of trucks hauling goods to Oklahoma or Missouri …

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