Independence, MO
A rain storm headbutted us this morning as we continued west on I-70, crossing into Illinois. The late essayist, fiction writer, and tennis prodigy David Foster Wallace grew up in Illinois and described it as consisting mostly of violent weather patterns and corn, and we saw nothing to belie this.
Stopped for a late breakfast at a Cracker Barrel east of St. Louis. At the table next to ours, an older couple was in the process of telling their son, Jerry, that they were cutting him off. Parents: if you are looking for a public place where you can take your twentysomething son and toss him into the churning waters of financial independence without the risk of his knocking the table over or otherwise making a scene, consider your local Cracker Barrel.
Drove through St. Louis and Cool Valley, MO, which I can only presume is the birthplace of both Miles Davis and the Fonz.
Also visited the Harry S. Truman Presidential Library and Museum in Independence, MO. No joke, it was an informative museum that solicited visitors' opinions and debate on the many controversial choices that defined the Truman presidency. With political discourse having taken a turn for the kneejerk in recent years, it's nice to see an ex-president encouraging critical thinking skills from beyond the grave. The late President Truman, his wife, and their daughter are buried on site, like the pharaohs of old.
Saw The Dark Knight Rises after checking into the hotel. Dad's first time, my third. Missouri frogs are adventurous devils and will sometimes occupy your car while you're seeing a movie.
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| It did not seem to be an eats-people frog like in Stephen King's "Rainy Season". |
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