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A Guide to Missouri Travel

After having spent the last two weeks on the road for work, it's nice to be home for a change.  Even in small-town Missouri I managed to have some adventures along the way.  A few highlights...
1.  There are some, shall we say, amusing names in the northern part of the state.  Iconium?  Who would have guessed, although I'm told there are some killer peach floats to be had there.  Dry Sac Creek?  Yeah, I'm gonna keep this one clean for the kiddies.  Lingo?  I hope that's where Chuck Woolery films the show, because my sister and I love that game.  Callao, Kidder, Damascus...the list goes on and on.
2.  Despite the fact that I am functionally illiterate when it comes to maps and following directions, I managed to not get lost once.  Well, maybe once, but in my defense that was because of Mapquest.  How was I supposed to know that Gilman City (population 340) also had a Broadway Street?  Still, kudos to whomever laid out this part of the state.
3.  If you ever have the chance to eat at a place called Ma and Pa Kettle's...don't.  Just don't.  I thought I was going to be all Guy Fieri-like and pull off a triple D victory and eat at a local gem.  I know now why there are so many chain restaurants in a town that size.

Can't wait for the next adventure!

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