Thundercats & Murder

Thunderheads....You've never heard that word before have you?
You're a Thunderhead.
You're a...Thundercat.
Thanks. (Smiles.)

WE ARE IN MISSOURI! It is hot here. And we had to get our oil changed on an awful street of chain restaurants in Springfield. M was mad. He was shaking his head a lot and narrowing his big blue eyes. His big, doe-like blue eyes. Just kidding. His eyes aren't doe-like at all (are you kidding me?).

Okay, so we had Fried Chicken last night at Annie's. Yup. Driving to Indianapolis now. And, what's more. The Ozarks were the largest mountains in the U.S. once upon a time.

(Back in the day.)

Did you know that? Know you do. I took pictures. Sugar Tree Rd. But it's just all green, you know? It's just all trees and leaves and green grass and lots of weeds.

Truck Wars. That's a problem on these roads. The eighteen wheelers pass each other over and over again. They make a sport of it. Vroom. Vroom.

Doolittle. 7 miles.

Okay, there's a lot of murders going on in Bleeding Kansas. The Clutter Family. And then M's family told me a story about this house that disguised itself as a trading post. They'd take the travelers down to the basement and pretend to be serving them dinner. Suddenly, from a flimsy wall, would emerge the Mama with a club and she'd beat the travelers to death and the family would rob them and bury the bodies. In the gardens by the squash. Or tomatoes. Whatever. The important thing is...

Yup. That's Kansas for you. That's what happens when people eat too much fried chicken and sweet tea. They go...crazy.

Just kidding. M's family was actually super nice. He had me worried for nothing. I think he just likes to give me a hard time.

I love random signs:

HIT A WORKER
$10,000 Fine

Like it's a threat. Who would want to hit a worker in the first place?

Also, M doesn't believe me when I say my dad is a big teddy bear/marshmallow. This is the first time he's going to meet my family and people are giving him trouble when he says he's going to an Italian wedding in Jersey. Like he's walking into mafia-territory. Ha ha.

Poor, poor M. :)