(To best experience the Invent-Ory start at chapter 1 and go forward through time)
Ohio is in fact a beautiful state. Rolling hills and endless views of land. I had forgotten how much Amish lived in Ohio, especially as we drove through.
The idea was to make it to St. Louis by nightfall and, aside from looking up facts about Tulsa—it was a relatively quiet drive, which was something we desperately needed. We would stop at any Arby’s we saw (there are no Arby’s anywhere near Boston) and I asked Jared (that’s the name of my friend, by the way)
“How many Arby’s do you think are in the Tulsa area?”
He guessed 15 and I guessed 20.
There are 30 Arby’s Restaurants in Tulsa.
Of course the most refreshing thing about driving around in Ohio was the distinct lack of masks. At restaurants, gas stations, and almost everywhere in rural Ohio we didn’t see one mask.
As it turns out, you see more masks the closer you are to a university campus. (And of course, Boston is nothing but colleges—and overly-educated nitwits.)
Traffic was also light which was a relief not only to Jared but to me. (I was no longer gripping the seat with white knuckles.)
And of course, there are Trump signs everywhere. The number of signs would only increase as we got closer and closer to Oklahoma. (The same would go for church steeples and crosses.)
We finally made it to Saint Louis at night.
Throughout East St. Louis, we were continually being shaken by crotch rockets and various sorts of speed-bikes and gangs, which put my friend on edge, but once we made it through to the other side and its suburbs, we passed a Hooters Restaurant… “I’ve never been in a Hooters,” I say out loud.
“You’ve never been to a Hooters!??” My friend roared.
So he dragged me to the Hooters.
I was less than impressed.
Next week: The Promised-Land.
Addendum: I’ve tried to draw a parallel throughout this escape between our adventure here and the Bible story of Jonathan and David. I wonder if I have done that.