So here we are, day two of what I’ve taken to calling the Wuss Tour (cuz I’m tired all the time, see, and it makes me feel like a wuss.).
In Oklahoma now, with my Grandmother, and had a good time at the gathering she organized. Sold a few books, had some good dinner.
Last night in Columbia, MO was the same thing. A dear friend of mine organized a reading at his church (yeah, Trey was in church, glory be), and it was a great crowd. Lots of laughs and a few sales.
But the highlight so far is not books, or sales, or even seeing family or friends. The highlight so far is:
By which I mean that, other than the thing being in Twain’s hometown, it had absolutely no connection to anything around it.
On one side was a trailer home and on the other was a garage.
No plaque, no ‘On This Spot In History,’ nothing at all.
Except this statue.
So I whipped off the highway, took a few cell pix, and then hauled out the big gear and took some actual pictures.
And then I was nearly run over by a hillbilly. Actually, hillbilly-ette.
But that’s another story for another time.
Tomorrow, Lubbock. Then Midland to see how the old gang has fared…at least those of us not dead or in jail….