Friday, May 22, 2015

A Full Day in Little Rock

Our time in Neosho, MO is winding down so we thought we'd take one last little road trip before Arkansas becomes prohibitively far away. The Clinton Presidential Library was ostensibly the reason for our visit but other fun places presented themselves along the way.


Little Rock was still 4 hours away from Neosho though, so we just drove down Friday then did both our sightseeing and return trip Saturday.


We sort of randomly stopped for food along the way in Alma, AR and were both very pleasantly surprised. I was impressed enough with Crawpappy's name to give it a try. It was Cajun inspired food and even had live music. The kitchen was very interesting. I'm pretty sure it was a food truck that had been pulled up into a garage type enclosure connected to the building. I thought that was kind of a genius idea. I had the etouffee and did not regret my decision.


There was a double rainbow.


We got our hotel on one of those websites where its cheaper but you don't know what sort of devilish contract you've signed until the magical quill vanishes and terrifying cackling fills your ears. This place was actually a decent brand but was still pretty sketchy. There were several police cars and an ambulance out front when we arrived. At one point two police officers seemed to be loading an old woman's belongings onto a luggage cart. The next time we looked the full cart was just sitting in the lobby and the lady was gone.


An added feature was the bashed-off door chain thing on our room's door. But hey, we saved 10 dollars.


The next morning we checked eachother for bullet holes and stab wounds. Having found none, we continued on our journey.


I liked the State Capitol Building's exterior. It was stately and not too gaudy.


A hundred or so sign wielding pro-marijuana folks were gathered on the front steps.


The building had a nice free audio tour which was much appreciated. 






A really young looking Governor Clinton's portrait. I learned a lot about him that I didn't know. For example at the time he was the youngest governor in the country at age 32.




Next we headed to the Presidential Library for more Clinton.




Inexplicably the museum's traveling exhibit involved animatronic dinosaurs.


Lyida was not amused.






Bill's sax.


The museum was adequate but I have to say that overall I didn't really like it. Half the fun for me at these presidential libraries is learning about America at an interesting time period as well as the president's impact on it. Like our visit to Hoover's library for example. This however all seemed too recent. The news clips that were playing throughout the building felt too much like just watching today's news. It might also be that the economy, terrorism, and gun violence are all issues that Clinton wrestled with that are still huge problems which is a little depressing.




My favorite part of this Oval Office replica was the moon rock on the coffee table. The story was that whenever people were getting too whiny or bickering amongst themselves Clinton would point to it and remind everyone that the rock is a gillion years old and that by comparison none of their own problems were really that important. I need a moon rock.


Our final stop was the epically named Little Rock Central High School National Historic Site. The site told the story of the process of forcibly integrating the high school, which is still in use. This picture is of the preserved gas station across the street from the school. I didn't realize that the National Guard was called first but wasn't up to the job, so the full-on Army was called in to enforce integration, bayonets fixed.


Little Rock Central High School


Well you may have noticed that the highway from Neosho to Little Rock is L-shaped, taking a turn north near Fort Smith. You may have also noticed that Fort Smith is right on the border with Oklahoma. Well Oklahoma has a lot of Native American nations all over it, and those nations love them a casino. Turns out they like to give free money to new customers, and John Milito doesn't turn down free money. No way, no how. So we popped across state lines into Pocola, OK, played some Titanic slot machine until the house's money ran out, said goodbye to ridiculously young Leonardo DiCaprio, and cashed out.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Some Family Time Back In Springfield

I did the 6.5 hour drive from Neosho to Springfield, Illinois and stayed for a long weekend. Unfortunately the occasion was a funeral but it was still a nice time to see some family and catch up. I guess that is sort of the whole point of funerals.


I got to spend some quality time with my mom. We walked around downtown and had one of our favorites: The Feed Store. We each had some of their excellent cream of broccoli soup which can only be correctly eaten with an obscene amount of saltine crackers. We visited the Lincoln Home National Historic Site visitor center for the heck of it. They have a video that tells the story of Lincoln's time in Springfield, and I know some of the extras. That was a hoot.

Saturday, May 09, 2015

East Nashville

Today we went to a couple of street festivals in East Nashville with Lydia's dad. One had a chicken race and the other had crawfish. The crawfish didn't race though. They were dead. And delicious.








We ended the night with more live music.

Friday, May 08, 2015

Nashville Venue Hopping

We came to Nashville to visit Lydia's family and for good times.

We did a serious amount of live music watching.


The 5 Spot cost five dollars cover. Imagine that. I really liked this country band called Mayeux & Broussard. The front man had a lot of charisma and did a kind of yodel sort of thing with his voice that sounded pretty cool.




Next we headed to Broadway's The Stage and saw some more tunes. 

Saturday, May 02, 2015

A Twins Game

My buddy Justin is a White Sox fan and they were playing the Twins in Minneapolis, and he asked me if I wanted to go and I was like: "yep".


Lydia was hating on this hat that I got free for buying a case of Keystone Light. She gets jealous pretty easily.


I told her if she didn't settle down I would buy this magnificent shirt I saw at Walmart the day before. That showed her. I wonder if all of this time living in the country may have long term effects.


So yeah, baseball happened.


I continued my tradition of cheering for whichever team is against Justin's favorite and was rewarded with victory! Despite it being quite warm out there were a lot of people wearing Twins branded fut hats. It was very Minnesota.


If people would start calling me "The Big Friendly" I would really appreciate it.


Once outside we proceeded to destroy the city. This was a sort of magical, star aligning sort of day for sports: Justin's baseball dreams were smashed, then the Kentucky Derby was raced, then the much hyped Mayweather-Pacquiao fight was fought later in the night.


This bar had rope swings at one table. We swang and swang.


Minneapolis was like a cleaner, newer, nicer St. Louis. Several of us talked about wanting to live there if not for the blood-freezing winters. All of the sky walks between the buildings downtown were a reminder that Minnesota winter would be the longest 10 months of your life. No thanks. Maybe if I had a summer home.


We picked an appropriately snooty place to watch the Derby go down. Brit's Pub even has this really nice bowling green on the roof which was a first for me.


It was closed for bowling that day so I figured it would be a lovely place to sprawl out on. I was promptly yelled at by the staff. Lame.


So then it came to the big fight. The fight of the century that will save boxing and reveal that unicorns were real all along. The damn thing was so expensive for bars to show that they passed on the pain to the consumer. Well this particular free hat wearing consumer has a pretty low tolerance for pain. We asked around different establishments to get a feel for what kind of a cover we were in for. I feel like we found one that was only like 15 which I would have accepted. Due to the fog of war I don't really recall why but we left downtown and took a cab to some other part of town.

So we make it to this place that someone told us would be good to watch the fight and the door man said that "we are over fire code so now the cover is $40". We all had a good laugh. First of all that's not how fire codes work. And second I bet we could call the fire department and they'd make some room in that place real quick. The bouncer quickly backed off his ridiculous story but would not budge on the price. We politely reminded him that crack kills and walked down the street.

Well I've refused to pay many a cover in my day, but I've never had the bouncer run after me and try to haggle. I was glad that everyone was in good spirits, and the haggling was good natured, but we just could not agree on a price. I heard that fight was pretty boring anyway. Turns out when you make $100 million an hour you don't really need to risk getting your face smashed.

The odyssey of the fight was not yet done. This whole time Lydia had been hanging out with her college buds doing who knows what. I figured it was about time to meet back up anyway so I texted her to see what was crackin'. Turns out a friend of a friend was dating a Twins player and a bunch of the team was going to be watching the fight at the player's house. Well that sounded like a good cause. Some of the girls were so excited about it that they went out and bought new clothes just for the occasion. Well that girl ended up flaking on us and the plan fell through. It did sound way too awesome to actually work out. Well by then we were done chasing that silly fight and just enjoyed the rest of our evening.

The next day we met up with my cousin Pat and his kids and had a nice little visit with some bowling and ice cream. Having a giant, spread out family can be fun.