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:
That’s right, the world’s largest Mark Twain statue. At least, I’m guessing it the world’s largest. It was at least fifty feet tall and was apropos of nothing except Hannibal, Missouri.
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….