Through the rolling hills of Kansas we went this past weekend. Me, armed with a muffin man latte* and Chris with a bottle of water. We headed in a westerly direction with plans to stop in a few spots to see what we could see.
In Paxico, population 221, we found lots. For example, if you are in need of an old metal bucket, a corn shucker, an outdated calendar, or a pair of ice skates, you can get them on Main street.
The flags were flying and the window boxes were all spiffed up in anticipation of our arrival. I think they do that for everyone, but we appreciated it to be sure.
There were ceremonial robes from some sort of fraternal lodge, hats, shields, and spears included. What DID they do with those things anyway?
An old Hamilton Beach stand mixer was calling my name but I turned a deaf ear.
I could not think of a reason to buy a toy cash register, a soft monkey, or a canteen. But I did snatch the holy water bottle up lickety-split the minute I set eyes on it.
The fellow behind the counter, who was playing cards with his buddy to pass the time, told me it had been blessed by the pope. At least he thought so. To the best of his recollection.
* a muffin man latte is made with a bit of carmel and a bit of gingerbread syrup. They may be purchased at Z's Divine Espresso in Lawrence. In addition to the 2 locations on their website, there is one on West 31st street by the Sonic Drive-In. If you drive to Lawrence just to get one of these and do not one single solitary other thing, you will not be sorry.