43 people descend on MacDonald's for 43 breakfast sandwiches. Well, travel does broaden one. One restaurant where we stop for lunch gives rise to the Great Pickle Debate. Nita and I order the special and swear there is a broiled dill pickle in it. The others are skeptics.
Somebody says naw, it's green pepper, somebody else says it's asparagus.
I prefer the dill pickle story - a conspicuous first. We're at the Mark Twain home in Hannibal, Missouri. This is now a commercial enterprise of some magnitude. Mark Twain's mustache would twitch if he could see it now, and not necessarily in approval. We are at Cahokia and everybody else is climbing to the top of that big mound over there.