Pool Shark

My mother lives in a small town along the famous Route 66, which is why the bar in town sports a giant mural of the United States and the route on one of its walls. Travelers on the Route often stop in to get a picture of it, so we did, too. With an order of ginger ale on the rocks, Miss C really took to the place. Maybe it was the regulars with their warm smiles and trucking hats. Maybe it was the giant motorcycle or two parked out front. Maybe it was the jukebox playing country/western classics, or the bright neon signs. I think, though, it was the pool table. Miss C was a quick learner and took it very seriously. So cute!