We are pleased to announce that our veteran’s book, “Our Nation Called,” will be released Nov. 11 at the annual Military Pilgrimage to Pilsen. We are looking forward to being a part of this traditional event. Details will be announced later.
I don’t know if this ever happens to you and your spouse, but just as we were ready to leave to pick up grandsons Alex and Louis at the airport last Tuesday, one of us—me—decided it might be best to visit the bathroom one more time. Then we got to the bottom of the stairs and I realized I hadn’t taken my car key off of the hook upstairs.
I run back to get it, then say, “I wouldn’t want to get 10 miles down the road and then remember I forgot to take my car key.”
She didn’t laugh. When I told this to others, they thought it might be a little bit humorous.
The boys and I took in the demolition derby, as is our custom. When it was over, Alex said we should wait to leave because he didn’t want to walk like a penguin in a slow-moving line.
Coming back from the airport in Kansas City, we stopped at Guy & Mae’s Tavern in Williamsburg, which was on the “8 Wonders of Kansas” list.
About 80 miles from home the gas gauge was getting low; when I checked, the distance to empty indicated 53 miles. I thought we could make it, but Nancy thought otherwise. She asked Alex if he would stop for gas; being his diplomatic self, he said it was a tough call.
Louie slept in his clothes one night and we wondered why. He said when they went to bed his big brother wouldn’t let him turn the light on so he couldn’t find his PJs.
I was informed after the fair parade by one of our readers that the baseball strike was actually in 1994 and not 1992, as stated in this column last week.
I guess my boycott hasn’t been as long as I thought.
Sunday was the only day we both could spend the entire day with the boys, and we designated it as the “8 Wonders of Kansas” road trip. It would have been better to do this when it isn’t 111 degrees, but so it goes.
Our day included geo-caching on the way to Manhattan and back, and eating at the Hays House in Council Grove and the Hibachi Hut in Manhattan. We also visited Tallgrass Prairie Park near Strong City, Konza Prairie and the impressive Flint Hills Discovery Center in Manhattan. Then it was on to the Pillsbury Crossing southeast of Manhattan. We looked for five geo-caches and found all five.
We took J Hill Road in Junction City and found a cache above the big “J” that is buried in the hill that can be seen when headed east on I-70. What a view.
As the sun was setting, we were going to try one more cache along U.S. Highway 77, but the website said you could fall 30 feet if not careful. We didn’t need that, so we headed instead for ice cream at Sonic in Hillsboro.
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