In transition

   Hopefully switching from plan A to plan B will be like making lemonade out of lemons.  Getting myself to Springfield, a fortuitous ride to Kansas City and lucking out at the last moment with a warmershowers host is just the beginning of my transition over to plan B.  Tomorrow night I board a train for a thirty-four hour ride to Los Angeles, couch fair, no berth.  So I have my inflatable mattress and maybe the conductor will let me stretch out in the handicap section for the late night hours. Perhaps a bribe might convince him if he says no way?

Back to today.  Greg and Cindy drove me right to the door of Richie my new warmershowers host.  He was getting home late in the afternoon so I stashed my bike and gear behind his house and hiked over to the fabulous World War One museum.  A monument rivaling the Washington Monument and a museum with everything related to the war except a tank.  After seeing a displayed bugle almost identical to the one I inherited from cousin, I realized  it probably belonged to my grandfather who was a flight instructor during WWI.  Three hours later my mind was weary from information overload. I walk back the house and watched Kansas City play Buffalo. Finally Richie arrived home and I paid for takeout.  Other than having circumnavigated the USA  7,200 miles, he is a talented Jazz musician. The band members drifted in and  worked on recording each players part and electronically mixing them together.  Good tunes, fun listening and interesting guys. Now for perhaps my last night of decent sleep for the few days.