I went up to St. Joseph, Missouri Wednesday
night to teach a session on essential
questions to a group of teachers up there. I got into town about 2 hours
early and spent some time just driving around. I was surprised by how large
it is. I always thought of the home of the Pony
Express as a tiny little outpost in the middle of nowhere. Sweet and quaint.
Instead it was a big enough town with enough traffic that I was intimidated
by the idea of turning left across 4 lanes.

I found exactly what I needed in the way of quaint and charming later on. I
drove about an hour and twenty minutes east to Trenton
Missouri. Trenton is the epitome of small town Missouri. To get a feel for
it, I highly recommend the movie "Waiting
for Guffman." It is a hilarious parody of small town Missouri life
and cult classic in these parts. Just to give you a hint, all I could get on
the radio was country music and the farm report. I now know how to keep my corn
at 13% humidity in my grain bin.

Oh, and I had the world's best cornbread. The restaurant was called Huckleberries
and everything is made from scratch. This cornbread was a light an fluffy as
angel food cake and as yummy as.. heaven. I'm hauling Mike up there sometime
soon. We are going to go camping (at Crowder
State park), antiquing , and he is going to taste that cornbread so he can
make it for me at home.