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... at the memorial. I am so glad I stopped. I met a nice local policeman (I'm not telling HOW), and got an escort to the memorial. Thanks again, officer!
I hit the road again and kept seeing signs along the side of the road (thousands of them it seemed) for the Fantastic Caverns in Springfield, Missouri. So, I decided to stop. The gift shop was awesome; I bought a stone mortar and pestle and a ...
After leaving Ohio the weather warmed and the sun shown. Lots of construction on I-70. It was a long day. Tomorrow we cross Oklahoma. We plan on arriving in San Diego on mid-day Saturday.
Beth is backpacking with a friend in Northern California and visiting Big Sur one more time before moving to Colorado. She is a busy girl!
What was marvelous (to me) about the one-lane sections was this: the deep reality of difference between Anne's East Coast self and John's Midwestern self was exposed! The road signs would say "Left lane closed in 5 miles." Then "Left lane closed in 4 miles. Merge right." AND CARS AND TRUCKS WOULD DUTIFULLY AND POLITELY MERGE RIGHT. Anne would protest, "But there are still 4 miles with the left lane open. ...
... trolls easily because they thought he was on their side. So Fiona, Bilbo, and I entered the castle which smelled of brimstone and was very hot. We brought the map out and started to try and find Shrek. We carefully crossed a bridge and went into a room to find Shrek passed out on a bed. Fiona decided not to kiss him to wake him up but to shake him until he woke. He never woke up so Bilbo transformed into a troll ...
... heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely