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Published: January 2nd 2012
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Driving on a historic route 66 made me feel like I was part of Manifest Destiny. I probably drove more than 20,000 miles for this West journey. I remember the restaurant called "Miss Cowboy Steakhouse" that I stopped at on route 66. It was a medium steak with corns and beans.
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