Sunday, June 10, 2007

Think Over What You Just Said

Despite YHWH leaving the key in door all night we had a purty good night's sleep. The only coffee place on campus was packed, so YHWH jumped out of the car to get us some joe, while the rest of us made the block several times. Finally, Killer was worried YHWH had been killed or kidnapped, so I had to go looking for her. Apparently, the Stomping Grounds uses a cup-at-a-time drip method to make their coffee and with the place being packed out, I guess it can take a while. Extremely delicious coffee though -- if you have time.

Next stop, Mamie Doud Eisenhower's birthplace in Boone. Mamie is much-loved by Killer who was so taken with her during our trip to D.C. last year. Unfortunately, although two of our guidebooks say her birthplace is open DAILY 10-5, we arrived to find it closed and a piece of white tape over the word DAILY and MON-SAT written over it. Killer took it pretty well, though and she and YHWH and Mr. Tom roamed the grounds for awhile and even sweet-talked the groundskeeper, but, she not being a keyholder, no help was forthcoming.

The rest of the morning was a leisurely drive through Iowa to a city which shares its name with C.F. Kats' boyfriend. Photo ops were taken advantage of. Eventually, we pulled into Clear Lake, Iowa for petrol and a visit to the Buddy Holly crash site. It was pretty fun to get to trek out into the middle of a soybean field to see the tastefully small shrine standing against the fence where the ill-fated Cessna bearing Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper came to a rest. C. F. Kats is a huge fan and this completes her visits to homage sites. Clear Lake was very nice and worth an extended stay.

Wrapping up the afternoon was the Spam Museum in Austin, MN. We got there with only 15 minutes to spare, but it was really fun and quite tastefully done. Killer and I picked up T-shirts for souvenirs, and we had our first fisticuffs of the trip. YHWH and I got into a fight after I told her it wasn't nice for her to say in front of the Spam ladies that we should get her brother a Spam shirt because it would be a hilarious joke. We were civil, and though we rarely fight in front of the kids, I do think it's good to fight in front of them sometimes.

Final stop was St. Paul where we met up with my oldest pal, Drew and her family and had dinner and ice cream at two local hotspots.

1 comment:

Adjective Queen said...

Was there a Spam cookbook. I guess it's pretty easy to substitute Spam for ham or bacon. Although what is that stuff, really?