Maria, as I have mentioned often, is a quilter.
Long before we moved to Arkansas, she wanted to visit the Museum of the American Quilter's Society in Paducah, Ky.
Our present home is much closer to Paducah than we were in Indiana, but after 19 months in Arkansas, we still hadn't taken the trip.
We remedied that today.
He headed out about 9:20 a.m., stopping at Boomland for gas, lunch and fireworks.
Maria also wanted to visit Hancock's of Paducah, a king-hell fabric store, so we made that our first stop since Hancock's closes at 3 p.m. on Saturdays and the quilt museum is open until 5 p.m.
I can't remember when I've seen her so happy, giddy actually. A good fabric store does that to her.
Even I was impressed by several exhibits at the quilt museum.
We stopped at the KFC in Hayti, Mo. for dinner on the way home and wish we hadn't. The place was filthy and the food on the buffet looked like it had been there for hours. A truly nasty dining experience.
So we compensated with a stop at Mr. T's liquor store on the Missouri-Arkansas state line where we bought seven bottles of Chilean and Australian wine for $5 a pop.
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