Such was the life of a traveling seed salesman. He hit me in the head with the mirror. … = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
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It was 1958. He hit me in the head with the mirror. The huge sign with the word “Dixie” emblazoned on what looked like pilot’s wings was visible for miles welcoming you in. “And you absolutely didn’t feel like a ghost,” he added as he reached over and stroked her leg. Right after harvest was the time for Sam’s most important visits. After a few moments she gave a slight smile and said, “Yes, it was during the war– October of ’43. Since Peoria and Rockford were both bustling manufacturing towns in those days, The Dixie Highway was the preferred truck route north for many drivers until Route 66 became four lanes.
