![]() Greetings From Saint Something, Missouriby bill - 2023-10-28 05:25:01 ( in life, travel, usa) [php version] rebuild (305055)[Updated: 2023-11-05 13:50:15]I was in no rush to leave and didn't hit the road until 9:30 on my drive from middle Tennessee to Saint Robert, Missouri. I could never remember that name, calling it Saint Something in my head. Even now, I wanted to type Saint Thomas. How many saints are there, anyway? The drive was blissfully uneventful, with the highlight being Sheryl Crow's hometown in what locals probably call the boot heel of Missouri. Local kids probably liken it to a certain appendage. Either way, it's the southeast corner of the state that reaches down and takes what should be the northeast corner of Arkansas. Note to Self: Find out how that came to be. I forgot the name of that town, too. No, wait, it's Kennett, Missouri, and the only thing noteworthy about it were the signs at either end proclaiming it Sheryl Crow's hometown. On second thought, crossing over the mighty Mississippi River was the highlight. And, if I can find that moment -- coming or going -- on the dashcam's endless footage, I'll post it here. Don't hold your breath. [UPDATE: Here it is, re-entering Tennessee on my way home. Try to contain your excitement. While I'm at it, this map I'm in the hotel room in Saint Robert now, typing while enjoying my first cup of coffee. It's the coffee/caffeine that really writes all my stories. I should give it proper credit. Some writers let nicotine and caffeine tag-team the writing, but I broke that habit twenty years ago. The trick there, by the way, boils down to repeatedly reminding yourself you are NOT a smoker. Anyway, it's time for another cup from the free hotel breakfast down the hall. I love those free breakfasts. And this time, I made waffles, though I don't usually go to the trouble. It's probably because I recently came across a picture from twelve years ago showing my daughter's waffles. She was so proud, we took a picture. And thus began that annoying trend of people photographing their meals. Joking! We're not responsible. Don't hurt us. This morning, after I poured the mix onto the hot skillet, the waffle-maker beeped at me until the guy on duty said, "Rotate the handle, buddy." Poor guy probably has to say that a hundred times a day. I'm going back for that second cup now as I wait until 8:30 when my brother Doug and his boys are supposed to show up at the soccer field a few miles from here. I should've brought my own coffee cup on this trip; the Speaking of food, I found a couple of good restaurants: A gyro/pizza place called Spartan Gyros in Saint Robert on Missouri Avenue (brief video clip here); and a Mexican place called El Acapulco in Poplar Bluff on the way back; neither of whom can compare to my sister-in-law's cooking. As to the Mexican restaurant, I ended up there because at the A&W, which I never see anymore, the drive-thru line was wrapped around the building and there was not a single open spot in the parking lot. The boys' soccer games were fun to watch (from the warmth of my car, it was so cold out). It reminded me of my daughter's games, so I ended up giving her and my wife regular updates via text. Both of my brother's boys are pretty good, and he is rightfully proud. Their first house here, initially a disappointment, has grown on them to the point where they are now a bit sad to leave it. They love the new one, too, though, so it's all good. All in all, I have to say, I was truly impressed with how flexible they are about everything. No matter what comes up, they just deal with it and keep moving forward. similar posts here ... and elsewhere
Comments (We enjoy free speech. Try not to offend, but feel free to be offended.)Glad you had a good trip. Pictures please!! - Virginia Womack, 2023-11-01 09:15:07Leave your own comment:edit || rebuild || hide || add images to list |