That’s no ordinary Hitchhiker

13 Sep

This past weekend I went to my first Genealogical Conference.  I know, most of you are already wanted to hit the snooze button on this post, but hear me out.  Those old fogies are some happening folks.

My mother-in-law and I are the only ones that went to the conference.  We headed out early Friday morning so we could get to Springfield, MO on time.  The trip there was fairly simple.  Just rolling county side dotted with limestone outcrops.  However, halfway there I saw the most disturbing sign I have ever seen:

“Hitchhikers may be escaping inmates.”

What the what?!  Why does the federal government even have a sign like that?  I felt that by this point in time that we as Americans would be pretty good at keeping our inmates in their cells.  Perhaps the states in the plains are out of practice…?

Anywho…we arrived in Springfield sans inmates amid high humidity and slow hotel staff.  The conference went smoothly.  I spoke with several excited octogenarians about their heritage and crazy cousins.  I even got a ten minute dissertation on    Willie Nelson’s heritage.  Why research your own family when Willie Nelson’s is so much more exciting?  Heck…who could resist memorizing all the names of his great-great-great-great grandparents?  It’s far more thrilling than playing Sudoku!

The only other excitement that cropped up that night was when I was sent to the hotel bar in search of food.   There’s nothing like a toothless man asking to buy you a drink because you “look so naked sitting there with nothing” to ruin your appetite.  Sorry Cledus.  I’ll pass.

We only stayed one night, since the conference ran from Friday night to Saturday afternoon.  By 10 PM we were finally in our room and ready to collapse.  We washed up and changed into PJ’s.  We readied our beds and put away our shoes.  We pulled back the curtains to check out our view…. Hey!  There’s nothing to look at but a wood-paneled wall and folding tables!  So much for a scenic view.  At least the room was nice and dark when I got up at 6 AM the next morning.  Who wants to wake up to trees and birds when there are perfectly generic walls to look at? At least we didn’t sleep in the room next to us.  The door to the room was half glass.  Why not let your neighbors peer in on you as you sleep?  It’s all the rage in insane asylums!

Saturday passed by without any excitement at all.  We stayed busy selling books and listening to people’s stories.  We even got a chance to sit down for some amazing Italian before heading home.  All in all my first conference experience was a good one.  The people were fascinating and the experience was one of a kind.


One Response to “That’s no ordinary Hitchhiker”

  1. Mimi September 13, 2010 at 1:51 PM #

    Well..glad you took the sign at face value and didn’t get involved with any hitch hikers…lol. Who wudda thunk it?

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