A Good Read
Then when I got to Hannibal, I pulled out my all time favorite book. If you have never heard of Mark Twain, he was a very good writer. I like his books.
A Book and A View!
Then I took my book and my pipe (which is very cozy for lounging) and I climbed to the top of a hill with a view of the Mississippi River. I'll bet when Mark Twain lived in Hannibal, way back over 100 years ago, he probably sat in this very spot. He probably sat here, smoking a corncob pipe, thinking up stories about Tom Sawyer.
I couldn't wait! Every evening the Duck Master lays down the red carpet and signals the ducks to make their march down the red carpet to the special duck elevator. The ducks then head up to their very own Duck Penthouse on the rooftop where they enjoy a good night's rest until their morning march. I was so excited to maybe join the ducks. Would Beth let me ride on the back of a duck and spend the night in their penthouse?
Beth said no. "Only ducks get to do the duck march." Then she added to the insult and went into the hotel bathroom.
Does she think she has fooled me with this little white duck? He's very cute, but he is made of soap. I hung out in the bathroom while Beth and Don went down with all the other tourists and snapped pictures of the ducks.
I'm not very happy.
Day 2 on 3-Week Trip
Hot Springs is a strange place. I went inside an old bathhouse and found lots of things besides bathtubs.
That's what they call these things! You might not be able to see me sitting beside the head opening on top of the white box. I tried to look inside and almost fell in. I think I remember seeing one of these in an old "I Love Lucy" episode.
I Needed Fresh Air
It made me sort of woozie wandering in the rooms of the bathhouse where sick people came long ago in search of relief from the healing waters. I went outside for fresh air and found a real source of healing waters!
First Stop- Little Rock, Arkansas
On September 21 we started a 22-day trip through about 8 Midwest States. Are there that many Midwest states? I don't know, but it was a lot of driving and we needed gas on our first day.
There was no gas here. It was just for show. I climbed all over the pumps, though.
And I looked across the street at Little Rock Central High where 57 years ago, 9 brave students fought against segregation. And I wondered about all the phone calls that were made on the pay phone in this gas station over the weeks when the press and guardsmen and police took over this tiny filing station.
Pie and Wine
I decided to celebrate the holiday with a little pie and wine. By the end of summer we all get a little tired of burgers and beer picnics.
It's Lonely Up Here
I had enough for 2, but no one came. I hoped a friend might wander by and join me, but I guess not everyone can climb the flower pot as easily as I can.
So I went inside and got my picnic quilt. And I got a few more treats. I'm hoping somebody will come.
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.