Lost and running out of gas along the Missouri border, grinding rural road 420, 423, 426. To the nearest station, chugging gravel, coasting, guessing east to town. Praying against empty when I spit out from the spiral and find a pump in Savannah. One long walk averted.
John Brown’s Cave is closed on Mondays. Nebraska City, bust.
Legend Comics & Coffee on Leavenworth Street: Have hipsters made it to Omaha?
At Stella’s Bar and Grill, the burger is flavored with mayo and American cheese, served with no plate but plenty of napkins. Maybe Nebraska beef. The menu only helps with the question of fresh versus frozen.
From the town of Lincoln Nebraska / Holed up in a motel, / on the edge of the highway.