Today, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, may be the worst possible day to travel in the U.S. Everyone is on the road trying to get to Grandma's house (or wherever family gather for their turkey dinner) and the weather is always horrible. I've spent the Wednesday before Thanksgiving on I-95 and on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, stuck in traffic outside Mystic, Connecticut; Albany, New York; Atlanta, Georgia; and St. Louis, Missouri; in airports and rental cars; and all I can say is that if I never have to do that again, I will be a happy girl.
As you might have gathered, I'm not going anywhere today. But having done some travel last weekend (as evidenced by the photo of the plankers in Kansas City), I do have some other pictures to share from that neck of the woods.
First something you'll rarely see on the East Coast. Not that we don't have tornadoes on the East Coast but I suppose they're more common in Missouri (which after all is right next to Kansas, home of Dorothy Gale and her beloved Toto.)
Then, this sign, which never fails to crack me up when visiting my husband's hometown which is up to 3,000 some residents, up from just 1,234 when he was a kid.
And if you can't tell much about the sign's surroundings from the photo above, let me just share with you a photo shot just 10 minutes down the road.
God bless America in all her diversity. And a happy Thanksgiving to you, dear reader, wherever your travels may take you.