I write today from a hotel room on an urbanized portion of the prairie, the university town of Manhattan, KS. I spent maybe an hour an a half downtown last night getting dinner at a place (Rock-a-Belly) recommended by a friend and former coworker and, I have to say, I really dig the vibe of this city. It’s some sort of weird cross between a larger Boone and Chapel Hill and I almost wish I could spend more time here, but I must I press on westward.
Yesterday started off with a trip to the Super Museum in Metropolis, IL. It was a nice look at a bunch of Superman memorabilia, but I would hesitate to call it a museum. It was more of a collection that had been open to the public. Most of the signs just read “Don’t touch!” and there wasn’t much organization going on. There was plenty of stuff there that peaked my interest, but none of it was labeled so I had no idea what I was looking at or what it’s significance was. Overall verdict? If for some reason you find yourself in Metropolis, stop by but don’t go out of your way to go there.
Lets talk about these pictures though. This first one is in the town square. Just a huge Superman in front of what I’m guess was town hall.
Second was this gem. “Superman in Scotland Yard.” This was one of the few items that had a sign nearby. Apparently, in the early days of Superman, when it was distributed overseas they sent out these black and white promo pictures that artists would late color in themselves. The guy who did this one apparently had no idea who Superman was.
What is there to say about a paper mache Doomsday? That Batman is life-sized.
Let’s talk about this creepy kid in the last picture. He looks like he’s going to grow up and become some bro that look on his face and his stance just screams “Hey bro, take a picture of me while I sexually assault this unconscious girl.” Way to go 90s.
The rest of the day was largely uneventful. Missouri was odd. There were a bunch of state routes that were just labeled with single or double letters instead of numbers. But there were numbered state routes too. There was quite a large number of adult superstores just off the highway. I guess there’s not a lot to do in Missouri. St Louise looked cool from what I saw from the road and Kansas City was a knot of bridges.
Let’s talk about Kansas though.
I am thoroughly impressed with you, Kansas. I was expecting flat, flat, flat. Instead I get rolling hills and sweeping prairie vistas. I chuckled to myself when I saw the “Welcome to the Flint Hills” sign. What could be so great about them? Well I crested the hill and I saw what was great. Tall, rolling hills of green and amber grasses, dotted with cattle and copses of trees. I was stunned. My mouth dropped open. I said “Wow” outloud, which is a rarity to me. I regret not getting that picture. Here’s a picture from the Flint Hills Tall Grass Prairie Overlook I took in a downpour late on though:
Did I mention the speed limit here is 75? That’s great too.
I’m off to Denver today to take a break from the road and reconnect with some old friends.