St. Louis was damp and we didn't tour Anheuser-Busch or go to the Arch-park. Here's the closest we got...
Relaxed dinner on Delmar Loop - delicious vegetarian mezza & mint tea at Ranoush. Nice walk thru town - seems to be a wonderful, slightly seedy vibe. Don't think I'd seek this place out again, but wouldn't avoid it if it was on the way.
Monday - even wetter - so we choose to head along to Kansas City.
On the drive, we pass by Vogue gentleman's club. Mr suggests that perhaps they ought to change the name to "Breasts and Four Walls." I suppose we should have stopped and he could have offereded this to the kind proprietor, but he is big on ideas and (fortunately for me) not so much a man of action.
We are a bit perplexed as to why many of the routes here seem to have letters instead of actual names. This is probably one of those cases where I should have paid more attention in first grade as everyone knows the reason for it. However, what is life without a few mysteries (or without being a perpetual mystery)?
Along the way we also see "Ozarksville" gifts outlet. I am so curious. Not really though. So, on we go.
Kansas City is probably cool. Unfortunately, we get into the area around the convention center which is depressingly dead (although a buncha business guys in a rush probably isn't too good of a time either). Everyone seemed super-nice, the Garment District shop had a bar in it so your unwilling companion can at least get a bit blotto while you try on divine apparel.
Constentio's Market was interesting - our nieces should have been with to eat some of the giant cupcakes!
Tuesday is election day. I am feeling as though folks are really disheartened. There's no sense of everyone coming together to fight for a great candidate who will turn anything around. The only driving force for actually voting seems to be because your other choice is so stinkin. This seems as true for most of the lesser positions as well as regarding the determination of who will be the big cheese.
Beautiful drive thru to Hayes, Kansas today. It is a wiiiiide horizon with no sign of people. For that matter, there's very little sign of life. I wonder if all the dry-hot stuffs this summer really annihilated this area? Since there aren't even any side roads or abandoned buildings, thinking it's just always been too dry for people to even give it a go.
I can only imagine how long this must have taken to traverse in covered wagons way back when. "Look Pa, another dry creekbed to cross" Lots of windmills too.
A beautiful sunset and chill supper ar LB & Gella's even for a non-beer-drinker like me.
