Seriously, I am at the Cultiva Café. It's on 11th Street between G and H in Lincoln, Nebraska. But don't come running over here to try to catch a glimpse of your humble blogger — in the corner under a large painting that I think of as titled "Picnic Point on LSD" — because my 2d coffee, to go, is up, and we are not lingering, but on the road, the road they call 80.
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I've driven across the country several times. I am absolutely convinced that Nebraska is longer in the east to west direction, than it is in the west to east direction.
I got caught in a blizzard on I-80 one winter. Choosing to drive it in the summer is smart.
Safe trip you two.
Ha, you should be going through Omaha any minute. Feel free to honk at me!
In Dunning, Nebraska, there used to be a little roadside cafe that served a heavenly chicken-fried steak on a plate like that, with the tips hanging over the edge at both ends and mashed potatoes and gravy and green beans.
And a large slice of apple pie with vanilla ice cream and real coffee!
As a Black slave in Muslim ruled nations it is unlikely that he would have been able to express such views. The lack of Blacks in many such nations (eg Saudi Arabia) strongly imply that he would have been castrated or otherwise prevented from leaving issue.
I envy your freedom.
That looks like a nice spot. Cafe' culture has really caught on here, replacing diners. Atmosphere is the thing, and each interior is different, unless it's a Starbuck's or something.
I could imagine that place being designed by Joan Miro,...
Approaching Des Moines.
Reminds me of a joke I heard once. I lived in Colorado, so there were a few Nebraska jokes told.
"What's the best thing to come out of Nebraska?
Interstate 80"
I guess you had to be there.
But anyway, I heard another joke that was pretty cute:
"What do you call a Mexican in space?
An astronaut you racist!"
Crack Emcee!
You used to be a constant stream of nuttiness about "new age." Then you left and when you came back you did the same thing, except you had inexplicably replaced "new age" with "racism." What happened?
Safe travels. You've missed stellar summer weather here. And now here come the rain chances as you approach.
Coincidence?
Approaching Des Moines.
Are you there yet? Will you ever reach Des Moines?
We used to call the stretch of I-80 between Omaha and Des Moines "Zeno's interstate". Des Moines is the tortoise.
It seems to take less time to drive across Texas than it takes to drive from Omaha to Des Moines.
Fascinating interview of former asst. Secretary of State Elliot Abrams by Bill Kristol.
A huge reminder that in the 1970s many Democrats, such as Abrams, were hard-core right-wing hawks and opposed the Nixon/Kissinger detente.
At about 12 minutes, Abrams talks about meeting with Carter in May 1979. He and other right-wing Democrats went to the White House for some sort of pep talk to prep them for the fall race against Reagan.
They listened to Carter talk about his foreign policy, and Abrams says that after a few minutes every single person in the room realized that Carter was ineffectual and dangerous and came away wanting Reagan to win.
Driving across Iowa is easier than driving across Nebraska. I'm judging by the rest stops.
My last drives across Iowa have been Dubuque-Iowa City-Des Moines-KC.
I-35 from Des Moines to Kansas City is endless. But somewhat scenic. I-80 from HerkyHawkeyeLand to Des Moines is just dull. Too many trucks.
Nice line in the NYT
“Your marriage will be great,” my mom tried to assure me. “At least you’re not marrying someone like your father.”
via iowakawk
Ann: What attracts you to Colorado or Boulder specifically? You've mentioned that you dislike travel and prefer to stay at home. But you've been to Boulder several times recently.
I have a dream of moving to Denver which I infinitely prefer over Boulder. But in my income bracket I keep thinking that the influx of potheads and illegal immigrants in CO would limit my ability to find rents at a reasonable level.
Sadly, you didn't stop in York, NE - home of the tongue-in-cheek-named newspaper, "The York News-Times."
How American is that, seeing the USA in your not-Chevrolet -- America is asking you to call. And so you did.
Everyone of a certain age (A, M and me are in that cohort) always expected to see America from a car window, with stops like this along the way. Some imagined doing it on a m'cycle, others a convertible, but for the great solid middle it had to be a Chevy, preferably a '57. Too bad GM lost the magic so long ago it doesn't even remember what automotive magic is.
Picking a destination was always a bit tricky too. From the NY-Boston area, a drive down the coast to Key West beckoned more than a drive to the Pacific, across the endless flat middle. There is only so much corn and wheat anyone can take, and besides, the South is stranger by far than the ever-so-mellow lands to the West.
For the last few years, A and M have stopped in the mountains, where they got married and have returned, but not going on to the ocean. Summer has a way of bringing out one's essential being -- mountain or ocean, the two poles forming an axis for the oneness of Being.
Nice photos, thanks for sharing.
Farmer,
"You used to be a constant stream of nuttiness about "new age." Then you left and when you came back you did the same thing, except you had inexplicably replaced "new age" with "racism." What happened?"
Wrong thread but, you mentioned I left, without saying why. You seem to forget that, many times, it was over race and how few, here, wanted to be colorblind with me.
Now I'm not either,...
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