Others abandon most everything to live a dream, to inspire others to pursue theirs, and to discover the joy of living. They restore vintage motels, cafes, or trading posts in obscure dusty communities, fill their days with long hours of hard work for little financial gain, meet with enthusiastic travelers and adventurers from all over the world, and develop an almost permanent smile.Soon that obscure, time worn, forgotten little community becomes a destination. Other dreamers join them. Then the curtain that separates past from present parts, and time is rolled back as long darkened neon again glows bright, weed strewn parking lots fill with cars, shuttered cafes again teem with life, and a sense of excitement, hope, and enthusiasm sweeps through the community replacing despair and apathy.It transforms people in other ways as well. Once experienced it becomes difficult to enjoy or appreciate the normal or the mundane, the drudgery of a nine to five job void of a future, or the mind numbing daily routine that erodes the precious finite gift of time. Route 66 is more than a mere highway. It is inspiration and a magic elixir. It is a bridge that spans gaps of culture and language, as well as the past, present, and future. It is the stuff of dreams and the inspiration to live life rather than endure it.