Missouri

Here now we’ve entered MO once again, which I just remembered is the home state of Pat Metheny. As we pass all the truck stops along I55 I’m noticing that in addition to showers and restrooms that they offer the long-haul drivers and passengers is Wi-Fi access, a word I have a hard time saying out loud. Drivers have laptops too.

Last night in Little Rock I had the pleasure of dining at a Japanese steakhouse next to the hotel, with all attendant bits of theater and hilarity. There’s no escaping the wile of a goofy Asian with a rolling tray of food and novelties! The area around our La Quinta motel smelled strongly of mothballs, but only outside, so this didn’t stop me from drinking the tap water. Bottled water is, after all, a gay delicacy. I wondered whether the Drury Inn next door (slogan: “Hey We could have named it Dreary Inn”) would have been an improvement.

Today on the bus ride from Little Rock I sat in the swing seat, which is a delicacy to be enjoyed by all passengers as their name comes to the top of the list. This means that I get my own two-seat area near the bathroom.