Mount Vernon, George . . .

We don’t have a George with us, but I couldn’t resist. I figure the founders of Mount Vernon, Illinois had GW in mind when they named the place. However, I suppose everyday a farm boy walked to this spot where a school wagon picked him up, the driver giving  the command, “Mount! Vernon.” I don’t think so, though.

We discovered Midwest policeman are forming motorcycle wolf packs. One holds a radar gun at a group of cars and others zoom out and catch them. We drove slowly and witnessed many revenue enhancing situations.

We were thinking of going down in a half hour for Kickback free food here at the motel, but I just realized we are now on CENTRAL TIME and so must add another hour on to that. That’s okay. Oh, by the way, a Steak & Shake is very, very, very close and I suspect Cameron may hike over for a milkshake tonight.