Signing the guest register

I got a nice note recently from Pam Hopkins, of Swanton, who happened to visit the Union Pacific Railroad Museum in Council Bluffs, Iowa, a few months after my wife and I did. She sent along a photo of a chalkboard upon which I had measured myself. (Yes, I'm really tall.)

"Wanted to let you know seeing this made me feel closer to home!  Hope your trip was as fun as ours," Pam wrote.

Well, Pam, we certainly think it was. We took in a lot of minor-league baseball; saw the Torn Notebook sculpture at the University of Nebraska in Lincoln and the big ball of twine in Darwin, Minnesota; visited Mount Rushmore and Devil's Tower, and photographed a quite a few trains. We also came home with a lot of dead grasshoppers in my new car's grille -- they're everywhere in South Dakota.

And whenever I visit a place like the Union Pacific museum that has a guest register or some other similar forum, I always take a look to see if anyone from any familiar places -- not to mention anyone I actually know -- has been there. One does get a "Small world, isn't it?" sense from these things, especially when hundreds of miles from home and there's the name of another person from your same area code, if not ZIP code. And sure, I put down my name and town to provide that opportunity for others following behind me.

What's the farthest from home you've ever been and seen someone else from your hometown (or near it) registered at a place like this? And does anyone know how Derek Souza's basketball career is panning out? Because he was awfully tall for a 13-year-old.

Comments

[Chuck Ferraro]

Great Post! I love your way of relating your words to the subject of your articles!

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