What a contrast. Friday I ran myself ragged covering territory from Hanover to Rapids City, Illinois, roughly 60 miles. Between 8am and 7pm, I visited 19 park and recreation areas, toured 8 museums/attractions, and ate lunch at a biker themepark restaurant called Poopy’s whose menu makes liberal use of the word shit. In my
I love small town museums. Most owe their continued existence to a core group of believers who donate unimagined amounts of time to the lofty goal of preserving the town’s history for future generations, even as those generations are indifferent to that very history. In spite of their best efforts, the museum is usually a
A full day of antique motorcycles racing around a dirt track (Davenport, Iowa).
Hi, y'all. I've been hitting the festival circuit the last couple of weekends and thought I would share the joy. Here is a summary of three of the best ones. TugFest Tug Fest is brilliant. I just can’t help thinking that the whole thing started as a bet after a few drinks. “Hey, I could
Celtic games galore in Davenport, Iowa.
Two thousand feet of rope across the Mississippi River + teams of 20 tuggers = one good time.
