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- St. Louis by sunset
- An extordinary small town in Missouri
- A visionary
- The cross roads
- A sign of the times
- Decisions, decisions
- Build it and they will come
- Looking for direction?
- Mammy's Kitchen
- A very pleasant surprise in Natchez
- The secret to Voodoo gumbo?
- Every long day in New Orleans starts with a bad de...
- Cinco de Mayo
- Vegitarians beware
- Promise made, promise kept
- King Kong nachos
- Hauling ass out of Oklahoma
- Red or blue?
- That's no moon...
- Wilson's B-B-Q
- Driving around Tulsa at night.
- The road to Oz
- The famous "Frenchee"
- US-30, the Lincoln Highway
- Oh Rochelle, what of thee?
- Rolling Right Along
- Breakfast at the Daily Grind in Elkhart.
- Mug confirmation at the Darkhorse Brewery
- Reubens and Recklessness
- How the Indiana turnpike makes money.
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- I notice things(stare). I discern(judge). I draw conclusions(comment). Mostly unsolicited.
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