
This morning I left 193 Penhurst and put about 650 miles between me and my two sad parents. I made an attempt to capture all of the "Welcome to" signs with varying success. Let's just say

Illinois wasn't very warm and fuzzy--a welcome imprinted on a concrete bridge? with random cars being lifted in the construction zone? Anyway...other exciting observations--the speed demon octogenarian who was doing a crossword puzzle as he passed me somewhere in Indiana; a large cluster of windmills in the distance in Illinois (too far to photograph); Ronald Reagan's birthplace (didn't stop). I at dinner at a cheesy Iowan chain called S

hed--its tchotchkes are much more farm-related than Cracker Barrel's--I ordered onion rings and got an entire POUND of them, present

ed in a minature ERTL farm wagon. Good lord. Off to sleep in Davenport, IA.
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