Dispatches from Route 66: What I found at the end of the Mother Road

Dispatches from Route 66: What I found at the end of the Mother Road

Walking down Santa Monica Boulevard, I pass a man sitting on the fence of a crowded gay bar, a hot pink thong peeking out from his shorts as go-go dancers in Speedos dance for tips inside. To my left, a sign fastened to a light pole reads “Route 66,” surrounded by a burst of rainbow colors. A man jumps into another man’s arms and wraps his legs around the other man's waist. After an intense but brief make-out session, he says to his friends, “Wh…