Calf Creep $210

Is $210 a good price?

We traveled Thursday to visit the Children of the Corn in honor of the missus's brother's 50th wedding anniversary. We got to Omaha, drove past the house we built and lived in for twelve years, past the houses her father had built and she had lived in, and had a Runza at the Runza Hut. Then we decided to spend the night rather than drive to Lake Okoboji and decided to dine at the French Cafe in the Old Market, where we'd had many delicious, candlelit dinners more than a quarter century ago.

In the Market I stopped by Homer's Record Shop where my last purchase had been Lou Reed's masterpiece "Berlin".

On 8-track.

Then east and across the street to the French Cafe. I walked in past the bar, looking for a maitre d', and could not believe the stench of the place. I think Nebraska is relatively new to the "no indoor smoking" fad sweeping the nation, and the smell in the Cafe was overwhelming with stale cigarettes, cigars, and spilled wine and beer, I'm guessing now. I beat a hasty retreat and found a good steakhouse, Spencer's, where we whiled away a few hours before bolting out the door without paying our check.

Jeez, you people! I'm kidding.

Friday morning we drove the rented covertible up the 29 and east at Mo Valley. We stopped in Logan for lunch at a bucolic clapboard cafe with a pool table partly blocking the entry. Delish. Back into the 'bishi bug and up the street where we saw the Calf Creep sign on a feed store. My best guess was that it's a treatment for restless leg syndrome, but no: it's a small, apparently portable feed station designed specifically for, you guessed it.

More on the adventure later.