Is there anything worse than awakening in a motel room, in the middle of a trip, looking outside, and seeing a grey, rainy day? Sure, there’s world hunger and terrorism, but gloomy weather has to rate near the top of the list. Day 8 of my trip began in a rainstorm, which quickly became a record-setter for Missouri. For the first half of the day, from Kansas City (which tried to hold its St. Patrick’s Day Parade in the middle of this deluge) to Jefferson City, Missouri, it poured, and I drove slowly. No kidding, this is what it looked […]