Apr. 22 Yesterday Lorraine said to me: “I can read your mind; and let me tell you, it isn’t a novel.” “Not even a novella” I inquired? “More like a short story.” I saw no upside in going further with that conversation, so I changed the subject. We stayed last night in North Platte, Nebraska, and found some great barbeque ribs for dinner, and a terrific church this morning. It was called “Harvest Christian Fellowship.” The guitar player in the worship band was playing electric guitar; but during one quieter song, he hit a foot pedal and got a very convincing acoustic guitar sound to come out of his amplifier. I spoke to him afterwards and found out that it was an effect made by a company called “Boss.” It was actually one of several effects combined in a larger floor rack. So now I’m on the hunt to find out if that particular effect comes in a separate pedal. After church, we treated ourselves to a “Coldstone” ice cream sundae, (since it was right there on the same street as the church); and then got back on the road heading for Lincoln Nebraska, a distance of about 250 miles. We know there is a Cracker Barrel there, and they have their fried chicken special on Sunday nights. Driving all day gives you way too much time to think about what you are going to have for dinner. Without sunny desert trails to hike on, this is rapidly becoming the “pack on the pounds” tour of the Midwest.