My Business Trip Was Ruined

When I travel on business, I like to squeeze in a cultural or sporting event when I can. Keeping in mind that I was traveling to St Louis this week, I set my expectations low. How low? I was planning to stop at the J.H. Hawes Grain Elevator Museum in Atlanta, Illinois on my drive home.

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Why? Well, because of the Woodbine Glass Museum, of course! I’ll explain.

When one of my children was attending college in Iowa in order to play football, catch passes and drop classes, I frequently drove past the Woodbine Glass Museum along the route I took to visit him.

glass museum

Architecturally stunning, but for some reason my fellow travelers always encouraged me to keep driving and not stop for a peek inside. If we had stopped, we would have seen amazing glass pieces like this …

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That’s actually kind of pretty. Here’s another look inside …

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OK, that’s not. Maybe my fellow travelers were right to urge me to drive past. We always seemed to be late for kickoff, and then here’s the other problem …

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They closed at 4PM on Saturday, which was about when the college football game day festivities ended. What about the post-game visitors like me who were dying to drool over a nice piece of glass? The story and my dreams of beautiful glass end with my son transferring to another school and me never setting foot inside the Woodbine Glass Museum. I vowed not to make that mistake ever again.

As in the case of the Woodbine Glass Museum, the J.H. Hawes Grain Elevator Museum would call to me every time I passed it on my monthly driving trips between Chicago and St. Louis. I thought I could hear its siren song as I drove down to St. Louis a couple days ago, but it turned out to be an ambulance. Still, I knew I must visit on my way home. I meticulously planned my trip as I studied local dialects and bought a new pair of bib overalls to fit in with rural Illinois society. And then my trip was ruined …

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That’s right, closed for the next 6 & 1/2 months. My mind swirled with options and questions.

  • Should I take a hotel room and wait?
  • Should I rent the Elevator for a private visit from me?
  • Can I return these bib overalls if I lost the receipt?

I chose to drive past, confident with the knowledge that someday that I will be back in order to listen to the clip-clop sound of horse hooves entering a wooden grain elevator.

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And once inside, oh the wonders that I’ll see.

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But until then, I’ve made the website my home page so I will never forget my almost visit to the J. H. Hawes Grain Elevator Museum.

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Where do my cornflakes come from? For the next 6 & 1/2 months, from my dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

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