Thinkin' About Lincoln

All is well in Lincolnland.  Coincidentally, Springfield's promotional stuff about Abe is called "Looking for Lincoln"-- just like my last post. Guess we're not the only ones looking for the guy! And I guess you could say we pretty much found him, beginning with his ginormous tomb.  Having recently been in Lenin's tomb, I'd have to say Abe's doesn't have quite the same, uh, bodily mystique. Abe has the decency to be 10 feet down in concrete, whereas poor Vladimir is right there under glass, waxy as a candle, for all to see! (Well, as long as you're reverent, quiet, and don't make an ass of yourself.)  I digress...back to President Lincoln! 

                                          

We tramped through the Illinois State Capitol (building), the Presidential Museum, and Lincoln's home where he lived while he was a Senator from Illinois before going on to be President (hmm...now that sounds somewhat familiar.  Haven't I heard a similar story recently?!) I love antique furniture, but my heart goes out to a 6'4" man who used this as his writing desk in his parlor:

Somewhere in between all this, we were interviewed for the local evening news for their top story. We told them, more or less, whether we noticed that they had a pigeon poop problem. (No kidding!) Well, hilariously, my comment made the cut and my busband, standing dutifully next to me, only got to say an agreeable "yeah." We hooted with laughter watching it in our hotel room. (Strangely enough, almost the same thing happened when we were interviewed for Omaha's TV news a few years back--my comments were left intact and my husband got to stand there and look supportive, all of his witty repartee on the cutting room floor.  Come to think of it, do you know anybody else who has appeared in 2 different states, randomly interviewed on the local news? Really, I don't know anyone & I find the whole thing kind of bizarre. Why on earth would  they walk up to us and think we could give them answers!)

Looking for Lincoln

Later this morning we are hitting the road and heading for the Land O' Lincoln, logs and all! It's actually a stop on the way to somewhere else (you'll see), but the journey itself should be just as fun as the destination, right? (Go ahead and groan, it's a tired cliche!) Bags are sort of packed and road food has been purchased.  We're planning to picnic along the way. There's just something special about sitting at a rest stop on the interstate--diesel fumes mingling with your turkey/swiss sandwiches. Yummy! Just kidding--the weather is supposed to be gorgeous and it can be much more fun (and inexpensive really) to sit out in the sun, watching the comings & goings of your fellow travelers. Oh, we're trying to eat healthy, too.  It took great willpower on my part not to buy a bag of cookies to take along; I decided, realistically, we would probably scarf them all down in the first 100 miles or so!

Ok, off we go, the road beckons!

Leadfooting it to Galena

Studmuffin and I took a little day trip the other day; something we haven't been able to do as much of as we would like, often on account of me not wanting to leave Punchy (beloved dog) unattended for long periods in our secondary abode.  However, he is at camp this week and I am trying not to miss him too much!

    

So, on a bright, sunny morning we filled our coffee travel mug, grabbed cinnamon rolls at a bakery along the way, and headed for Galena, a former lead mining boomtown in western Illinois. Nowadays Galena's most important metal would be silver--as in coinage.  Lots of little shops and restaurants line their long, curving Mainstreet, happily ready to relieve you of your spare cash.  And, for as much as we cared to, we happily obliged!

We hadn't been to Galena in around 15 years, so we wondered if it had changed much.  I'm happy to report it looks as "quaint" as ever.  We wandered about, lazed in the sun, boosted the local economy, stuffed ourselves with pasta and ice-cream, and took a trolley tour.  All of which I'd highly recommend!  A day well spent... ding, ding, ding goes the trolley....clang, clang, clang goes the bell.  Zing, zing, zing goes my heartstrings....! (Sorry, I couldn't resist.  Woohoo!)