My 2nd mission of the day was to get to the WalMart in Wabash to meet my niece and family at 7. As per Daisy, I was on track with 8 minutes to spare when I screwed up and took a wrong exit. By the time I got back on track, I was 10 minutes behind schedule, which isn’t too bad, but then I hit 20 miles of road construction. When I pulled into WalMart 30 minutes late they were all waiting patiently for me in the parking lot. We chatted for awhile then enjoyed dinner at the adjacent Bob Evans restaurant. They picked up the check so I guess they forgave me for being late. Shortly after dinner we all went to our respective homes.
WalMart is not actually on the Wabash. It’s in the city of Wabash in Wabash county, which the Wabash does flow through but nowhere near Wally World. Anyhoo, for your additional edification, I grew up in Wabash. The family moved here from Illinois when I was 7. Shortly after graduation from Wabash High, I joined Uncle Sam’s Canoe Club and spent much of the next 36 years in and around the Golden State of California. I am now a registered Texan (Texas is a popular state for fulltime RVers and home to America’s premier fulltime RV Club). So, when people ask me where I’m from, I often respond with Illincaltex. It’s hokey, but true.
