Sorry I have not blogged since my ride to the top of the Gateway Arch. However, I really have not had much to blog about.

The trip from St. Louis to Russell was nowehere near as exciting as it was the other way. I was trying to get home before the expected thunderstorms arrived in eastern Kansas and western Missouri. It rained between Bonner Springs and Topeka, but that was it.

I was dead tired when I got home Saturday. I was dead tired all of Sunday. Then came a tough work week. The paper in Smith Center had its problems and I didn’t get done until late Tuesday afternoon. Didn’t sleep much.

I made a gigantic mistake going to Golden Q tonight for the 1930 trivia game. There must be 200 bikers in this place. Jocelyn barely acknowledged me. I’m bailing as soon as the game is over.

Thank God this point is moot the next two weeks–next Saturday I’m going to Lindsborg to see Caitlyn play, so I’ll be near Salina, then I’ll be in Kansas City the Saturday after, which is the night before my birthday. I think from now on if I’m going to be playing on Saturday night, it will NOT be in Hays.

I’m souring a bit on Golden Q. I was here Thursday for a little while, and there must have been 50 people in line to order food. And the line was moving slowly. At least it gave me the chance to pick up Freddy’s for the first time in awhile. Then again, it might be because I haven’t seen Cassidi here the last few times.

Tonight, the Golden Q stinks. Literally. Only 15 more minutes thank God!

I want to return to St. Louis in three weeks for the Blues-Canadiens game. I’m trying to convince Larry and Terri to go too, but they may not be able to. Oh well. Wish I had someone to meet me there, but if I have to go solo, I can manage. I managed well enough at the arch.

Two special ladies have birthdays today. One is Chelsea Funk, Caitlyn’s oldest sister. The other is Wendy (Durr) Wall, whom I met at LSU. God I miss Wendy. I need to not go on about her or I will cry.

Ohio State leads Nebraska 38-0 in Lincoln…at halftime. Maybe the Cornhuskers can beg the Big 12 to let them back in.