I suppose I could have taken a longer way, and gone way north and crossed the Mississippi at Bemidji or someplace, though that would have been impractical. And I still would have had to cross the Missouri on a bridge that is probably pretty big. To be truly impractical I’d have to go up to Yellowstone, and follow the Madison down to the Missouri, then cut across North Dakota to Minnesota to cross the big river…..
But it didn’t happen. And I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and made it across the frightening bridges to New Orleans, and gave a reading at BJ’s Bar, a fine fun place run by poet Lee Grue. Sold some books, made some new friends, ate some good food, and then headed back to Texas across the same big-assed bridges….