My brain has this weird little short in its connectors that manifests itself in the following manner: Some receptacle in my brain contains a multitude of songs from old-time musicals, and whenever I see or hear the name of a City or State about which there is a song in one of said musicals, it pops to the forefront and I have to start singing it. Thus, the "Ioway" song from the musical "State Fair" is running through my brain right now, as we cross Iowa ("I owe Ioway all I know and I know why"). Another place/song that comes up often is "Gary, Indiana". Can't you just see adorable little Ronnie Howard in the movie version of The Music Man singing "if you'd like to have a logical ekthplanathion...how I happened on thith elegant thyncopathion...there ith jutht one plathe that can light my fathe, like Gary Indiana..."? Then of course, there's "Everything's up to date in Kansas City. They've gone about as fur as they can go..." from Rodgers and & Hammerstein's "Oklahoma". And the ever popular "Meet me in St. Louis, Louis..." from the musical/movie of the same name starring Judy Garland. I can't control these impulses, they just happen. Kinda weird, huh...?
We spent the night in Council Bluffs, Iowa, just across the Missouri River from Omaha, Nebraska. When we exited I-80 for the night in Council Bluffs, we saw this scary sight, only in the dark, and were appropriately frightened:
|What the HECK is that?|
|The quadfecta. Anybody wanna enlighten us?|
|Here are two of them, whatever they are...|
Very early this morning, we crossed the river into Omaha to deliver our load and I just felt that 6:00 a.m. was too early to call Warren Buffet, so it'll have to wait till our next Omaha run.
Then back to Iowa to pick up some kinda meat which we're now taking to Pennsylvania over the next couple days. Iowa is very dusty! Here's a farmer harvesting some dust
|Oh no, wait. I think that's corn|
Speaking of Navajo...oh wait! We weren't? Well, let me change the subject then...
|Navajo Trucking Company truck|
Here are a couple of potholders from the Iowa 80 truckstop gift shop that I felt really summed up a couple of my mottoes in life
|I'm so disillusioned now|
Today's silly sounding place name: Minooka, Illinois.