After nearly a week on the road, I’m back in my home office today.
Last Wednesday, I traveled to the Ozarks for a retreat and had a great time. I’m always looking for a good story, and I found one. The hotel we were staying in was built by Stan Musial in 1985, so I wrote a story about it that ended up on SB Nation’s Minor League Ball website.
While I was at the hotel, I had an interesting experience that reminded me I wasn’t in Nebraska anymore. The fire alarm went off in my room one morning while I was in the shower. I got out, wrapped a towel around myself, and called the front desk.
Here's our conversation:
Me: This is room #. My fire alarm is going off.
Desk: Did you just get out of the shower?
Me: Yes. [Apparently the steam from the shower sets the fire alarm off frequently.]
Desk: I'm not showing any threat down here. Open the slaughter.
Me: Open the slaughter?
Desk: Yes, open the slaughter.
Me: What's a slaughter?
Desk: The door to your room.
Me: You want me to open the door to my room?
Five minutes later, I realized he was telling me to open the sliding glass door that opens to my deck. Apparently they are called "sliders" in that part of the country, but it was the accent that really got me.
Speaking of Missouri, The Pathway newspaper in Jefferson City published a story I wrote for them about the Heartland Interstate Strategy’s planned late August bus tour of the I-29 corridor that runs from Kansas City to Winnipeg. The task force plans to facilitate church plants up and down the corridor and the bus tour is the first active step.
After the retreat, I visited family in the St. Louis area. My three-year-old nephew was full of questions.
"Now, who are you again?"
"Why do you walk so slow?"
"You don't have any games on your iPhone?"
The answers to the questions, in order:
Because I am old.
No. I am old.
As I traveled home on Monday, I saw a storefront sign that made me wonder if I was two days late for a meeting. How could I not take a picture?