is the speed at which we flew across the prairie from Minnesota to North Carolina...well, not quite. Illinois is really long, especially when you drive the entire length of the state in one go (and the rhyming pro-gun signs in the cornfields are more annoying than amusing, really). We broke up our trip with some pizza at the Monical's in Arcola (thanks for the recommendation, Deb-O) and with a requisite visit to the "giant" Superman statue in Metropolis. We were most impressed by its ungiantness - there's a big statue of a grocery clerk at the other end of town that really looks bigger (though some guy eavesdropping on our conversation swore it isn't). Ayesha made a solo detour to Carbondale to get some St. Louis specialties - Fitz's root beer and Ted Drewe's frozen custard - from Schnuck's (an actual grocery store name - almost as good as Piggly Wiggly, but not quite). After we conquered Illinois, we blew through western Kentucky before pulling off in Nashville, Ayesha's birthplace/college haunt, for a night with the extremely gracious Hans Willi (sans lederhosen), Marianne and Morty the dog. We didn't get a picture of Morty, but he played a good game of tug. Partly in his honor, but mostly for nostalgic purposes, we stopped by Fido coffee house in the morning before setting off over the mountains for North Carolina - their super tasty muffins became crucial for endurance when we got stuck in traffic getting around the exploded car in Knoxville...
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