Showers are good, really good. J and I woke up at “America’s Best Inn” in Salina, KS. We took advantage of hot showers and the free continental breakfast. After our contribution to the Boulder economy, there was little room to fit ourselves horizontally across the van, nor did we want to be that close to each other without showering for that long. I know we are suppose to be on our honeymoon, but sometimes you need to draw some boundaries. We even got separate beds as we did not plan to shower until the morning- ok, they only had separate beds left, but it was probably for the best. Sometime along this trip we heard that “everyone should have a complicated relationship with the place their from.” The cloudy overcast in the sky reminded us of the complication we have with the Midwest- Northeast Ohio has as many cloudy days as California has sunny ones. Thankfully, the sun came out mid-day and kept our good fortune for amazing weather going.
Kansas City was our mid point and the home of “Stroud’s” where they boast the best friend chicken. Let down by missing out on Lovelock, NV’s broasted chicken, we set our sights for Stroud’s en route to St. Louis where Carla, Anthony, LeBron James and David Bowie awaited our arrival. The mountains were suddenly replaced by corn- lots of corn, the good news is that the road became flat and more driver friendly.
Off I35 in Kansas City, we approached Stroud’s and J was struck by a wave of “sangry.” According to J, "sangry" is a combination of sad and angry. We looked at the Stroud’s hours and realized that they were not open for lunch any day but Friday and Saturday. We checked the day twice and cut our losses realizing we were not meant to eat chicken. However, my belly would not let the thought of chicken go, so we re-routed to the Church’s chicken down the street and satiated the craving. It was good, but as far as fast food friend chicken goes, I would have to give the title of the best to Popeye’s.
St. Louis welcomed us round 6:30pm. AT&T and iPhone provided a barrier between us, our friends and our dinner. Twenty minutes of not being able to get through or get in Carla and Anthony’s condo, we decided to head to the loop where “Vintage Vinyl” lived. J made a B-line to the listening station, and commerce called me. In the dressing room, Carla called letting me know she was going to kill her phone. She had been waiting inside her home as we were waiting outside.
No harm done as I gained a shirt and J a CD, and a few minutes later we were reunited 
with our friends at p (this was the symbol for pi as in 3.14..., but cut and paste did not translate) a pizza place recommended by Obama. Pizza and a trip to “FroYo” (we have learned that the nation loves frozen yogurt), satisfied our traveling bellies and we headed back to visit with LeBron James and
David Bowie, direct descendants to our beloved cat, Cambridge. Though we did not see the arch this trip, we improvised.
T
tomorrow we start our loop back towards Flint, MI to trade in Richard Hughes for Snowball, my white Rav4 and Akron, OH to retrieve our cats from grandma's house.
jb
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