We have snowbird friends who invite us to their cottage in Arizona for a week or so every February so we can become reacquainted with sun and warmth. That’s normally a good thing although this year Arizona was in the 30s at night and barely cracked sixty during the day while Missourians were doing at least as well or better.
We find that road trips like these give us a chance to ruminate on various things we encounter along the way and ponder some differences and similarities beyond weather conditions at home.
Seen on the back of a gravel truck near Bowie, Arizona: “Keep back at least 200 feet. Not responsible for broken windshields.” We were about thirty feet away before we could read it.
Most jarring message on another truck: “Catholics aren’t Christians.” We sensed it would not be prudent to stop the driver and ask what that was about.
From columnist Argus Hamilton in the Albuquerque Journal: “Late Monday night, President Trump woke up in a cold sweat after a nightmare involving the most serious crisis of his presidency. He dreamed that Twitter had resigned.”
Something in Casa Grande, Arizona that we will not likely see in Jefferson City: Four gas stations in two blocks selling self-service regular for $1.95, $1.98 $2.14, and $2.44. It made us recall the time we were in a Missouri gas station one night and the clerk at the cash register told the clerk at the next register to go out and change the sign because the station across the street had hiked its price by two cents a gallon and they wanted to keep up.
Looking for a hobby or maybe a second job? Be in Claremore, Oklahoma April 13-15 for the sheep shearing school. Among other things you will be taught how to catch a sheep, a fairly essential element to learning to shear one.
Checked my horoscope on February 22nd—well, it was actually “Horoscopes by Holiday”—in a newspaper and it sounded like a long version of a fortune cookie message. But it probably works for everybody and every day: “When things get more colorful and dramatic and life is uncomfortable, be grateful for it. Were you to be limited to a very confined and unvarying society, you would be quickly bored to tears.”
A thought at a lunch stop in Lordsburg, New Mexico: Would we have been better off getting our food at the drive-in window and then going inside to eat it than going inside, ordering, and waiting while several window deliveries were handled before we got our order?
Lordsburg and Bowie, Arizona reminded us of what happens when the interstate replaces the highway through the town. When you see an antique store boarded up, you know things have gone bad since the stagecoaches of today bypassed towns like Lordsburg. Incidentally, there’s nothing that we saw in Lordsburg noting that it was the destination of the Ringo Kid, Dallas, Buck the stagecoach driver, the alcoholic Doc Boon and others on the stagecoach (that started out in Tonto, Arizona Territory, by the way) in the famous “Stagecoach” movie.
Sometimes when you are travelling you see a sign that you must photograph. This was just outside Deming, NM
Somewhere in our photo collection we have a picture of the scariest intersection in Missouri. Roads EE and K. The sign on I-70 east of Kansas City kind of looks like EEK. Wonder if anybody ever thought of going out one night and spray-painting an exclamation point on it.
They call the New Mexico capitol “The Round House” because it’s round, like the kivas in the ancient pueblo communities. A House committee has recommended a $6.1 billion dollar state budget AND a $285 million tax increase to pay for it. Governor Susana Martinez calls the bill a “political ploy” and threatens to veto a budget bill that raises the money to pay for the things in it. She apparently has not been reading Missouri newspapers about something called “withholding.”
There were a couple of times when we were reminded of Missouri while driving across country on Interstate 40. There are two places between Albuquerque and Tucumcari that reminded us of I-70 across Missouri, America’s ugliest stretch of highway.
For a few hundred yards approaching a couple of places that sell all kinds of touristy stuff there are billboards shoulder to shoulder. One big difference is there’s more distance between the big trucks.
It is hard to drive across Oklahoma and not be conscious of its red earth, so red that some lakes or ponds are red. Cows don’t seem to mind but we’re not sure we’d want to spend a day swimming in that water and we sure wouldn’t want to see it coming out of our kitchen tap or our shower. The observation allowed us to reflect that Oklahoma has a state symbol that Missouri has not adopted yet—although we fear that we might inspire somebody to do something silly by commenting. Oklahoma has an official state dirt. It’s not called “dirt” (it’s Port Silt Loam, or in Latin, Cumulic haplustolls) but that’s what it is. Missouri has manufactured more than two dozen official state symbols but so far we haven’t decided what our official dirt should be.
A television station in New Mexico was reporting on efforts to create there another state symbol that Missouri does not have. Again, we have some trepidation about bringing this up. A proposal would designate the green chile hamburger as New Mexico’s official state hamburger.
We hope no school teacher in Sedalia decided to teach their young students about how government operates by having their state legislators introduce a bill designating the Goober Burger as Missouri’s version of the New Mexico official patty.
And that brings us to the story of the cone, the kid, and the reporter.
In 2008, a thirteen-year old Ballwin schoolgirl induced her legislators to introduce the bill designating Missouri’s Official Dessert—the ice cream cone. When the bill passed and I wrote a story saying the legislature had designated a crumbly and tasteless piece of pastry as the state’s official dessert, the fearless Elise Kostial fired back. I was wrong. I was ignoring the ice cream component!!! No, I wrote back, read your bill. There is no mention of ice cream. The bill just specifies the cone. She and I traded messages a few times including once a year or so later after the bill had been signed and had gone into effect. In the closing weeks of the legislative sessions, there are times when ice cream is served in the rotunda by some group wanting to curry last-days favor with lawmakers. After one of those occasions, your ice-cream-–affectionate correspondent sent Elise an email telling her that I had enjoyed the state’s official dessert that day—and I had even put some ice cream in it.
Umbrage was taken. And noted. To this day, our differences remain unresolved and, I fear, mediation is out of the question. In May, 2011, when we were doing a book signing in the rotunda of the Capitol art book, Elise happened to be in the building, too. She came over and said hello. But we continued to suffer, I fear, from good-natured but irreconcilable differences. Perhaps if I had buckled and accepted her position, she would have bought a book.
Elise, by the way, was and is an extraordinary person. She’s a grownup now, a college graduate from Stanford. She’s been active in a number of conservative political organizations and is, as she was in our ice cream fight days, a very sharp lady.
But our official state dessert is still a crumbly, tasteless pastry—-the bottom of which has a tendency to get soft and mushy and leak the ice cream that is put into the top of it if the consumer waits too long to consume the ice cream. Always have at least one napkin when you are having one of our official state symbols with ice cream.
There has been voiced from time to time in the Missouri legislature that students and teachers who think the way to teach and learn how the legislature works is to get a new state symbol bill introduced should learn words such as “filibuster” and “defeat.” Failing those two things there is always a third word: “veto.” And a fourth: “override attempt.” And “failed override attempt.” But the key word some legislators think should survive is “defeat.” Enough is enough, and no, we don’t need a new state symbol that is a hamburger made with peanut butter.