What’s your favorite journey? It can be literal or spiritual. I’m all ears.
Mine’s literal and spiritual. When I used to drive back home to Missouri from Connecticut (couldn’t afford airfare, and loved the meditative nature of the trip), my favorite part of the drive was when I cut off of I-44 heading west, onto what eventually becomes Seventh St. in Joplin. The road has an old Route 66 feel to it (though it doesn’t pick up old Route 66 until some miles down the road) where red-rock buildings that once were service (not gas) stations now stand as empty monuments of the families along the way who invested themselves in the hope that progress would bring travelers their way.
And progress did, right up until progress elected to take another route and delivered travelers (and their money) to other families.
That little stretch of road just east of Joplin is the Missouri I remember, a little forgotten, a little down at the heels, with the possibility that just over the horizon is a great hole in the wall restaurant that serves awesome pie.