Italian Cookies at Missouri Bakery. That went fairly smoothly; I did miss the exit to I-44 from
I-55, but I recovered from that quite nicely. Although it meant a little change in the original
route, I did arrive at the designated street in a timely fashion (before they closed at noon). Diane saved me from the real disaster of going right by it. I was looking for the
old canopy over the door and front display glass. That was gone but later we discovered the cookies were just as delicious. The first part of our journey from the Hill to the Riverview was somewhat indirect, but still could not be classified as really being lost. Then it happened, before I realized it I was passing Sarah and then. Boyle. I knew these names. They were more mid-town than south bound. The situation was rapidly deteriorating and I was somewhere
in a light industrial area. I'll end this
part of the narrative bey simply stating that we got to Mom's place before anybody else did.
That's all that matters.
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