Blowed Bridges, Wrestling Wreckers and Throwed Rolls

And that's just one day.  As we  neared St. Louis, we were directed to the left lane as one after another wreckers passed. Most were big, new, shiny wreckers and our conservative estimate was at least 50. They had a police escort and we have no idea what was going on but they were very resistant about us getting into their right lane parade so we could get off at the next exit.

Butch's brother warned us before we left home that an old bridge over the Missouri would be blown up this morning shortly before we would get that far. Apparently that was only half true--only half of the bridge was in the river. Fortunately they finished the new one first so we didn't have to ferry across the Missouri...

So we are in a small campground at Sikeston , Missouri and were told we absolutely must eat at Lambert's Cafe, "Home of the Throwed Rolls." The waiters come around with bowls of black-eyed peas, fried okra, several kinds of beans, etc--in addition to the meal. One of them carries a heated tray of rolls and if you put your hand up, they will toss you one.  That would be the young man on the left above. Way too much food.

Even the beverages are huge. This is what you get if you order coffee and water.