Saves the day? That’s an exaggeration. The day wasn’t in jeopardy, but when I arrived Sunday afternoon Jay Jones – the admin for the Tulsa Moose Lodge (862) – was Cool Hand Luke. Without blinking an eye, and just moments from doing a karaoke Conway Twitty, he heard my story, twisted his jaw, and made an offer; the Tulsa Moose would put me up for the night at a local hotel and I should bring the bill to breakfast at the Lodge the next morning.
It had been a long day: from Springfield, Missouri, trying to stick to old Route 66, through a slice of southern Kansas, and into Oklahoma.
I had several objectives that were hard to reconcile: a relatively straight short route I could walk on the way back, small communities where I might interact with the residents, stay on the often elusive Route 66, staying off highways… and finding a place to sleep (bed, lawn, car…)
Jay’s quick decision gave me the time to consider them all.
My only regret? I should have taken a turn at the mike… maybe Ringo Star’s “Dont pass me by.”