Road Fotos never tell the whole story, but enjoy these fleeting sights from the Mississippi Valley . . . like an excursion boat called Tom Sawyer,
or one called Mark Twain . . ..
Some towns have statues of obscure favored and maybe local folks . . .
but no such unknowns are raised onto a pedestal in Hannibal. Is there anywhere in the US a writer as universally known and recognized as Mr. Clemens?
I’m sorry never to have met him.
Let me be uncharacteristic, and add a bit about my visit here. After some trouble I’ll not elaborate on in Saint Louis, I was driving north along the Mississippi. After some debate with myself, I pulled into Hannibal, found a room, took a shower, and walked around town looking for some food. The BBQ place had moved out to the highway (Highway 61 !), so I walked on and found a Turkish place, right next to the farmer’s market where I bought some pears. This Turkish place… I sat outside, where a cat of the feline sort joined me. The waitress had no voice but was very charming and wondered why anyone would visit Hannibal. I’ll get back to that. After a delightful and delicious meal, I paid up and walked out onto the deserted street, or I thought it was a deserted street. Two deer, who seemed to be out exploring, met me. We chatted and then went our separate ways.
Why would anyone visit Hannibal?!!
Are you kidding me?
I’d go back. I highly recommend a visit to Hannibal, although I can’t guarantee you’ll meet the deer, the cat named Isabel, or the waitress with no voice.
All photos, WVD, who is now out of my personal WiFi desert.
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September 21, 2021 at 11:23 am
babsje
This was a delight to read from start to finish. Mark Twain would have been someone to meet. In his absence, the late great Hal Holbrook. But in HIS absence, who next? Those are some mighty big shoes to fill. Thanks for the story and photos and the happy Deer encounter. Best, Babsje
September 21, 2021 at 12:10 pm
Jim M
……and this, is why we roadtrip.
Enjoy the gallivant!
September 21, 2021 at 12:12 pm
Lou Cobb
Thanks for sharing your ramble with us. The small roads pass through the real America