Leaving blue skies for Tornado Alley. (Tuesday, 5/13)
We departed Austin, Texas, and headed for the Midwest on Tuesday. It was tough to leave the beautiful blue skies of Austin. It was warm. Very warm. It was unseasonably warm in the 90s all the way to Joplin, Missouri, where we ended up Night One after driving for 10 hours.
Our choices for lodging were either Muskogee, Oklahoma or drive further and make it to the larger Joplin. When we reached Joplin and pulled into a Best Western Inn to secure lodging about 8 p.m., there was only one room left. And it was on the second floor. And the elevator was broken.
We have so many bags. Not having a working elevator was not working for me. Plus there is the wonky left knee that I injured while bicycling on vacation in Green Lake, Wisconsin, in 1997. That left knee blew out on 9/15/2022 and put me in a wheelchair and hobbling with a cane until March of 2023.
We drove to the nearby motel. It did not look promising.
Their elevator, too, was broken. What is the problem in Joplin, Missouri, that when an elevator breaks, nobody fixes it? (The desk clerk made the remark that it had been broken for weeks.)
We kept driving up the street. The next motel was a LaQuinta. It had a working elevator. We stayed there. There is no carpeting on the floor(s) of the rooms; I forgot to pack slippers. There were photos outside the LaQuinta of many pools that looked very nice, both indoor and outdoor pools. I also forgot to pack a swimsuit. Too tired to think about swimming, anyway.
ST. LOUIS, HERE WE COME
Interior of car while driving
The next day (Wednesday), we drove to my brother-in-law’s house in Maryland Heights, a suburb of St. Louis. We were making good time, driving from the bottom left corner of the state to the top right corner of the state. Still hot everywhere. I think our one tank of gas when we filled up was $21. I could be wrong about this, but, thanks to the new car, purchased after we were hit by a young driver in Okmulgee, Oklahoma on the way down to Texas during a tornado, we were getting great mileage.
We had a big delay when I-44 was totally shut down for miles. Two huge trucks crashed, one running into the other and causing a chain reaction and a fire. It’s not a good sign when your GPS suddenly changes the ETA from 1 and 1/2 hours to 3 hours. Also not a good sign when a huge crane, a fire truck, an ambulance, and a hearse go by, while you sit, motionless, for a long time, waiting to be routed around the crash.
As we sat there, the huge trucks on this Interstate were like a stock exchange list of big companies, with Amazon, Home Depot, FedEx and every other major chain under the sun with trucks all sitting, motionless, waiting for the opportunity to circumvent the site of the crash. It was featured on the nightly news, but we never heard whether anyone was killed. For sure the fire trucks were dousing what looked like 2 blackened huge boxes, which once were trucks, I’m thinking, when we drove by.
Horizon
I was serving as a talking book, reading aloud the book “Careless People,” which I finished while in Cancun. It was a good enough nonfiction treat to share. It is a truly entertaining and informative read about Facebook and Mark Zuckerberg, from a woman who worked there for 7 years. I hope every member of Congress quizzing Zuckerberg reads it before asking him questions about his offers to the CCP. (Chinese Communist Party). Any book that opens with a shark attack on the 13-year-old author has me right there. Try it; you’ll like it. And, more importantly, you’ll learn a lot about the back story behind Facebook and what really goes on and has gone one since its inception. (Now, it’s Meta.)
MARYLAND HEIGHTS
When we reached Maryland Heights, we went out to eat tacos with Niece Megan and husband Aaron, and their little people, Winnie and Wesley. (And Mark, of course). Mark now has 4 grandchildren under the age of 4, one (Mickey) a new-born. Mark was our babysitter when he was 12 and son Scott was born. Scott was born in 1968. Mark was born in 1957. He is twelve years younger than his older brother, my husband. Now Mark is babysitting A LOT for Ruthie Kay, Wesley, Winnie, and Mickey. [Good thing we taught him all the tips of the babysitting trade.]
Dinner at a local taco restaurant
We left the next day on our way to the Quad Cities (4 hours). There were tornado warnings and severe storm warnings with 70 mph winds out even then. Fortunately, the 1 to 8 p.m. warning period saw us arrive safely in the Quad Cities. An EF3 tornado traveled 8 miles through St. Louis not long after we departed and did extensive damage. It was off to the right of Maryland Heights on the radar map.
We’re here, but will be returning to the Texas heat for the annual Family Fest. We hope our newly planted trees and bushes are surviving and thriving.
Here, in East Moline (IL), a week since we departed the Lone Star state, it is in the fifties and sixties. There is hope that we will reach 70 degrees on Friday or Saturday. My clothing from Texas is totally wrong for Illinois. In fact, we had to turn our heat on here. In Texas we were running our A/C.
Rooftop view of Austin, Tx
But we’re home from the land of BBQ and Tex-Mex Food and views like this one:
We learned that two restaurants have closed here, one of them (the former Captain’s Table) the restaurant just down the hill from us in East Moline. The other restaurant closing is Thunder Bay. I haven’t been back to Thunder Bay since Fred Thompson held an event there while running for the Republican Presidential nomination, so I am not as upset about the loss of that restaurant as I am about the Captain’s Table, which burned down once, was rebuilt and opened up as Catfish Charlie’s. The quality of the food and service as part of that chain declined, although the view of the Mississippi River and the outside dining made it a worthwhile stop despite the downgrade.
I also learned that my favorite Hallmark Store in East Moline is closing. I am really sad to see it go. It is a wonderful store. I will miss it a great deal. I wish someone would buy it and continue to run it, but I can understand how difficult it must be to plan for orders in a world where tariffs are arbitrarily imposed on the source nations and then lifted and then put on again, ad infinitum. I can’t imagine trying to deal with the impact of this administration on small businesses, which I was one of for 20 years.
Last year, the Maid Rite and the dry cleaners closed during our absence from town. I found out that the dry cleaners had moved when I entered with some slacks that needed shortening. It had become a nail shop. I went into the next-door Maid Rite, hoping to surprise the spouse with Maid Rites (a Midwestern delicacy). It had become a Soul Food restaurant. I almost had to go outside and look at the signage above the door to make sure I hadn’t taken a wrong turn.
I miss the dry cleaners so much that, today, I spent literally hours shortening my own track suit pants, which had been in my Austin closet, unworn, because they are 3 inches too long. I did my usual inept job, but I did shorten them. I will wear them to Iowa City to make a routine stop at University of Iowa Hospitals & Clinics on Friday, with Memorial Day weekend plans for attending a graduation party in Cedar Rapids on Sunday (nephew Chris Castelein’s daughter Sophia).
So, in our trip to Texas: major league tornadoes in Oklahoma and a ruined car (totaled).
The Firebird Prius after the 11/3/2024 crash
We twist tied my red Prius (the Firebird) together and drove 6 hours after the accident. It was an interesting drive, with the headlights smashed out but the tail lights working. The car had 28,000 miles on it, as it was the 20th Anniversary Edition of the Prius, named the Firebird. The new car is Steely Dan.
My Prius adventures (after 4 Cadillacs in a row) began in 2002 with the WaterBug, which cost $20,050, 0% interest, 0% financing, and a $500 rebate from the government for trying the new hybrid technology. Next was the Firefly (red) in 2004. When daughter Stacey went to college in Nashville (Belmont), she got the Firefly and I bought the Grasshopper, a 2008 Seafoam Green version. That 2008 model was my favorite layout, so when we needed a car to leave in Texas, we sought out another 2008 used Prius, the Silver Fish, which was really sort of a metallic silvery tan color. My 2013 Blue Bird also went to Stacey when the Firefly got old and she expressed the feeling that she had been driving it to so many places that she might be developing a psychological bond with the little red Prius. It did a good job of getting her to and from Tennessee and Colorado and she sold it to a Mexican buyer who paid cash. I drove the Blue Bird the longest—from 2013 until the 20th Anniversary Edition was announced in 2020. Depressed during the pandemic, I decided to buy one of the Anniversary Edition cars, sight unseen.
Steely Dan, the new Prius., purchased on 12/3/2024.
Our dealership was getting only 2 of the cars, a white one and a red one. When the white one showed up with a luggage rack on top, I, once again, took the red one and named it the Firebird. It was a good car and it didn’t deserve the end it had. Neither did the Blue Bird, which was smashed into by some drunk teenagers driving a stolen car who abandoned the vehicle and sped off, leaving it totaled in Madison, Tennessee, a Nashville suburb. The November 3rd accident in Okmulgee led to us buying a silver Prius in Cedar City, Texas, which is one of the largest dealerships in the nation and the largest in Texas. They had 9 new Priuses on the lot and we bought it exactly one month to the day after the death of the Firebird. Steely Dan is doing well and was a very economical vehicle on our marathon trip home. I need a lesson on how to use all of it. It seems much lower than our previous cars and the dashboard is very modernistic but the sleek look with the hidden handle on the back door is very attractive. We also like the little lights that signal drivers nearing you. What I don’t like, so far, is that you cannot open the right side passenger door and it doesn’t open as you approach it with the “automatic” key. I assume that is a safety change, so that, upon approaching your car, some stranger doesn’t let himself into your vehicle, but it is a serious disadvantage when you approach the car loaded with packages and you have to dig around for your key in order to open it. Maybe I’m missing out on some of the manual’s directions, but, so far, it seems this is the way it is going to be for the duration.
I would really like leaders who do something to try to head off the horrible weather that global warming is producing.
Minnesota is on fire.
Places that have never had fires or floods are having fires and floods.
Chicago just had a dust storm reminiscent of the Dust Bowl days.
Mother’s Day, 2025 with daughter Stacey. Welcome Home, me.
One of my most fervent wishes is that whoever is leading the country does something to try to save the planet and save all of us experiencing 25 times the weather anomalies that we experienced in my youth. Sure, we had tornadoes. (One hit my hometown of Independence, Iowa, and dropped part of the roof of St. John’s Church in my back yard when I was about two. My dad built me a playhouse out of the rubble.)
I read somewhere that, in a four month period, we used to have 4 such horrific weather-related events, and now, in the same time frame, we have something like 167. Don’t quote me on that, as I don’t claim that is exact, but I think we can all agree that the weather is getting to be a real problem. Not regulating emissions and eliminating watchdog agencies like the EPA is definitely not the answer to the problem.
But, welcome home, me. It is thundering outside right now. Good luck to us all with the current lack of any plan on the part of those in power to even admit that global warming is occurring.
Donald J. Trump, a loser
God save us from the weather and from DJT.
