I landed in Kansas City around 8:45 this evening. Another 240 miles down one long highway; nothing really memorable. But now that I’m here I got to meet Jim, who’s really very interesting, and seems to not be suffering too much from his 900 mile bike ride. We’re sitting here, Jim is drinking Jack Daniel’s whiskey, and we’re talking about travel, politics, segregation, school, and many other topics. Apparently I need to live on a beach house on the east coast. Who knew?
