There are two places I've nagged him all summer long to take me: the Pony Express Museum at St. Joseph, and Jefferson City, to see our state capital. He's been reluctant to go either place.
So I brought up the St. Joseph trip to him again.
"That's too far," he said.
I returned to my computer to see if I could find anything going on tomorrow, within sixty miles or so. I wasn't having any luck; then he said, from the next room, "Are there any back roads to St. Joe?"
Well, there are some, but it's hard to figure them out on the map. Maybe in the morning it will make more sense.
Wish me luck.