Part I of Summer Dan's World Tour has concluded.
I'll post all of the action in this space and in my baseball blog over the next week or so.
In the meantime, a few things of note from the second week of the journey.
Macho dudes in Pittsburgh aren't ashamed to blast Huey Lewis from their car stereos at deafening blasts of glory before pointing at me and then making a left turn at a light from the middle lane.
St. Louis bars and hamburger stands have a good selection of Huey on their jukeboxes.
Cops in St. Louis sometimes pass out stryofoam cups to bar patrons so they can take their drinks on the road.
Custard fed ladies in the line at Ted Drewes dig my Summer 'Stache.
Argentinian women married to burned out organists in minor league parks think that I'm Italian.
I spent a night in Rush Limbaugh's hometown but decided against the driving tour of his old haunts.
A bacon cheeseburger on a Krispy Kreme donut is even better than you'd think.
Balgavy had food adventures. In one meal, he had mustard and cole slaw for the first time. He also had pie for the second time and ate his 4th- 50th bbq chips.
Davenport, Iowa seems like quite a livable place.
The Danville Dans are even better than you'd imagine for a team with that name.
Waitresses at hamburger dives in Kansas City like to pour salt into their own open arm wounds
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