The map, sat under a stack of old newspapers.  The edges were frayed, the front promised adventures abound along Route 66.  When Ma saw it, she traced her fingers along the map and wished how they could go to a faraway place.  Her life was hard, like most people finding a job was difficult.  Most jobs available were the meanest sort with long hours.  This map fell from the newspaper stack, as a maid, it was her job to clean up, naturally she picked it up.  Her mind began to race along the bold printed Route 66, of course she had heard about it, she couldn't stop thinking of all the places to see.