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Welcome to this new theme! It directly replaces “Sunday Story”. With the rollout now complete this week, you will notice this theme’s sibling is “Saturday Sizzler”. Each week, this theme will feature a new section-chapter of 1 of 3 stories: my Route 66-based writing, “Don’t Forget Schuster” & the new fledgling “The Newspaper Limo”. My hope-plan is to rotate them so none of them get stalled-stagnant too long.

To open the book on this theme, the newest section of The Newspaper Limo. Figured since that story ended 2016, it should start 2017.

Click HERE for entire Route 66-based story.
Click HERE for entire Don’t Forget Schuster.
Click HERE for entire The Newspaper Limo.

The drive to the hotel, followed by another hour-long drive to get the Checker settled for the winter, followed by the hour-long drive back to the hotel, later & Dillan was exhausted. Yet, his mind keep racing with thoughts about that picture of his Granddad with a 1950 Cadillac limo. Or, at least, he assumed it was a limo. As Whitley had pointed out in the Lincoln on the way to the hotel from the family homestead, it may’ve been a funeral procession car of some sort. Dillan had to admit that made a little more sense, but it looked much more like a limo to him.

“Oh, good, your back,” Whitley exclaimed as Dillan opened the hotel room door. “How’d it go?”

“Well,” Dillan said, tossing the Lincoln’s keys on the dresser next to the TV stand & looking at his wife who was sitting on 1 of the double beds, “Checker is all tucked in for another winter. I so hope that house is done this time next year so I don’t have to leave the Checker anywhere other than my own home.”

“It will,” Whitley replied confidently. “Look, I’ve been thinking. Have you considered the possibility that picture of your Grandad is an advertisement?”

“Hmm,” Dillan sat down next to his wife. “No, I hadn’t. What’s with this new interest in old stuff?”

Dillan playfully pecked his wife before she could respond, chuckling a bit: “Oh, I don’t know, darling, call it wanting to help you find out more about your Granddad’s past. I suppose I feel a bit guilty for tearing apart a house that meant so much to you….”

“Heh, yeah, about that. I know it needed remodeling, so I’m OK with it. Or, at least, I will be … eventually, honey. I’m sure Grandad would understand; the rest of the family, perhaps not so much….”

Whitley smiled & nodded to acknowledge Dillan’s words.

“So, what made you think it might be an advertisement, anyway?”

“Well, something you said, actually. You mentioned it appeared the photo might’ve been on the outside corner of the newspaper page. Seems that’s where most ads are….”

Dillan’s turn to nod: “Yeah, most of them. That would make sense, too. Hopefully the local newspaper office will be able to help in the morning.”

“What about the library?”

“Yeah, I’ll stop there, too, but I figured I’d start at the possible source first. We’re here most of the week, & hopefully will meet with the builder since he didn’t show up today, so I figure I have some time.”

“Oh, which reminds me, the builder called while you were gone. He says he didn’t show up because he thought the meeting was tomorrow….”

“I wondered….”

“I told him that was fine, & we’d see him same time, same place.”

“Good enough. That should give me some time to at least stop at the local newspaper office, before we head to the property. &, if not, I can always do that the next day.”

“You don’t seem as eager to find out about it now, darling, why?”

“Oh, I’m just tired & not happy about putting the Checker away for the winter, is all. I’m sure I’ll eventually find out about the photo.”

“You’ve been contemplating that photo all day since we found it, haven’t you?” Whitley eyed her husband with a teasing, quizzical look.

“Yeah….”

“Hope you didn’t let your mind romanticize the history of that pic too much; I know how you love history & love writing about it.”

“Nah, I didn’t.”

Actually, he had … & Whitley knew it.