God gave us memory so that we may have roses in December -James Barrie
I want to start this post by apologizing for the delay but getting through the mountains proved to be a task slightly more arduous than I anticipated. Cell phone reception was scare and our pace was slowed by a saddle malfunction. Luckily we prevailed and I am now the proud owner of a new saddle thanks in part to the kindness of strangers. You know who you are and I can’t thank you enough.
While making my way along historic Route 66 I had the distinguished pleasure of speaking to Lou Tyson at the Route 66 Museum in Victorville, California. Lou served in the Air Force during Vietnam and hauled fuel and other supplies in logistics operations. On occasion Lou also transported barrels of Agent Orange. As a result, Lou suffers from tremors in both of his hands. I spoke to Lou at length about his time in the service and he expanded on his experiences growing up in New York, being stationed in the segregated South in the late sixties, and the lack of racial prejudice he felt serving alongside his brothers in Vietnam.
Lou explained that he had struggled to navigate the Veterans Affairs benefit system for years. Today, as his memory fades and reflects on how much time he has left, 4 years according to Lou, he would rather live out his days at peace rather than hold a grudge against anyone or anything. Lou enjoys being around the museum because it reminds him of what the world was like when he was young. He feels like being in the Route 66 museum helps him remember days gone by and he takes solace in those memories.