Then Matt Sacks
dropped by to visit his old employers at Classic Sports Network, and
he stopped in my office to say hello.
I told Matt about the plans for my trip.
And then he said if I made it to Lawrence, three-quarters
through a 100-day motorcycle ride, well then, that would be news.
Heíd make sure it was.
If I came to Lawrence, heíd get me on the Channel 6 local
So there we are at 8 AM in
the morning, in the parking lot of Channel 6 in downtown Lawrence.
Channel 6 reporter Alison
Mann is interviewing me. Here
comes my fifteen minutes of fame, at least in Lawrence, Kansas,
Trying to sum up the last
23,000 miles in a 10 minute interview is difficult, to say the least.
But Alison asked the right questions, and Iím grateful to be
able to tell people why Iím doing this trip, and how they can help
the cause of cancer research. The
interview, along with some footage Iíve shot on the road will run on
the nightly news this evening.
After a quick breakfast
with Matt, I head due
east, back into Missouri, around Kansas City, over to Independence.
My first stop of the day is the Harry
S Truman National Historic Site, celebrating the eventful and
triumphant life of the 33rd President, ďThe Man From
MissouriĒ. The site preserves a collection of buildings associated
with Truman including the house where he was born and the house where
he died. Theyíve also got three extra stamps here, one each for the
Oregon, California, and Sante Fe Trails.
Also in Independence, just a few blocks away in fact, is the
visually stunning Temple
Missionary Center. Iím
not about to join the Latter Day Saints, but theyíve got a beautiful
I swing back through
Kansas City, stopping in Country Club Plaza to see the nice shops and
the very interesting architecture.
So they do have culture here in the middle of nowhere!
Who would have thunk it? And the Mission Hills area has some
beautiful homes as well.
US-69 takes me south to
Fort Scott and the National
Historic Site there, right in the middle of the historic downtown
area. Some more boring
and straight roads later, and Iím at the George Washington Carver
National Monument near Diamond, Missouri, by mid afternoon.
Thereís no one here except one park ranger and me. The
monument preserves the birthplace of George
Washington Carver, who ascended from slavery to national
prominence as a scientist, educator, and humanitarian.
In elementary school, I remember learning about ďthe peanut
manĒ. But Carverís
importance went beyond that public image.
He was, and still is to many, an encouraging model who set
standards to which they could aspire.
Wilsonís Creek National
Battlefield is just a few miles east, towards Springfield.
On August 10, 1861, the first major Civil War engagement west
of the Mississippi River was fought here.
I arrive only 15 minutes before they close for the evening,
just enough time to get the stamp and watch a short film on the
battle. The Confederates
were victorious and the battle marked the first death of a Union
General, Nathaniel Lyon.
In the fading light, I make it back west towards Monett for the evening. But there isnít much here. Even finding a decent motel is difficult. But Iím tired, and hungry, and going on could prove fruitless. The Hartland Motel, with a Chinese food restaurant down the street, looks like it will be my home for the night.
Maybe itís this lousy motel, probably the worst Iíve stayed in on the trip. The bed is slanting, thereís no remote for the TV, although I asked the inn keeper for one, and this stupid old digital phone system they have wonít let me dial out on my computer. And now I canít get online for the evening. Thereís nothing else for me to do in this lousy town.
Maybe itís the lousy
food from the lousy Chinese Restaurant next door.
This is the worst Wonton Soup Iíve ever tasted.
How can you screw up Wonton Soup?
And the Lo-Mien is even worse.
What the hell was I thinking, getting Chinese food in the
middle of Missouri?
Maybe itís because Iím
so far behind in writing these journals, and posting stuff on my web
site. I probably
shouldnít have even started the web site in the first place.
What the hell was I thinking on Day 68 when I did that?
I hardly have time to get a good nightís sleep.
Tonight, because of this lousy motel I canít even get on
Maybe itís because
Iíve got less than 11 hours of daylight each day now.
It is November already, after all.
Maybe itís because most
of what I wanted to see and do on this trip has already happened.
And maybe itís because I can feel my trip coming to an end. And that, well that just sucks.
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