Today the road has brought me to Algonquin, IL.
A trip to this region had been steadily growing in my mind for the past few months. I had actually been in this area back in 2015 when I stopped in the village of West Dundee, IL en route to a review of Cotton Patch Gospel at the Howmet Playhouse in Whitehall, MI.
I had been talking about the locale with a friend and started to reminisce about the fun I had in West Dundee. The vintage arcade. The lovely meal at The Village Squire. The awesome elegance of The Mansion. I began to get the itch to revisit the place.
I tried to convince several of my friends to go, but one had just got back from a trip while another was getting ready to take a small family trip and the other simply wasn’t interested in going. I really didn’t want to go alone. . .unless I could stay at a B & B.
I contacted The Mansion to find out if they had any available rooms towards the end of August, but was out of luck. Acting on an idle thought, I did a search on B & Bs around the West Dundee area and found one for the Victorian Rose Garden in Algonquin. Then I checked to see how far Algonquin was from West Dundee. Hmm, only 4 miles. Did they have any rooms available? Yes, they did. I immediately booked the Presidential Chamber for what I would dub the Decompression Trip.
After the end of a hard month which included beginning rehearsals for my first full scale production in almost 6 years, I was ready for a trip.
Unlike my other trips where I take a day off to make the drive, I actually began this one after work on Friday. The plan was to drive to the Iowa City region where I would stop to rest for the night before finishing the journey the next day.
I had thought to drive just slightly past Iowa City and find a decent place outside the hubbub of a major city, but fate decided to call my bluff as I had difficulty finding any inn, let alone a decent one. I ended up driving nearly an hour longer than I planned and ultimately stopped in Walcott, IA, home of the world’s largest truck stop.
As I hoped the world’s largest truck stop held a pair of hotels, one of which was a Comfort Inn (bada book bada boom!). It was a tiny hotel (only 3 floors), but I got a room on the top floor which I prefer on the rare occasions I stay at a hotel. For an extra $5, I was able to get a king bed and I heaved a contented sigh as my eyes alighted on a small, but comfortable room.
I still needed to eat, but, as the hour was late, I stopped at a nearby Arby’s for a sandwich before returning to the hotel for a bath and a good night’s sleep.
And it truly was a good night’s sleep. I awoke truly well rested and even had the benefit of having a hot breakfast at the hotel where I enjoyed a pair of sausage links with a biscuit and gravy and some apple juice before heading off on the road again.
Driving the extra hour ended up being a good decision as it not only got me closer to my destination, but helped me stay on my schedule as this route was still doing construction as they were back in 2015 which slowed me down a bit.
About 1pm, I had arrived in West Dundee and immediately made a beeline for the Underground Retrocade. For those of you reading my blog for the first time, the Underground Retrocade is a vintage arcade where you pay $15 and get unlimited play for the day. Some new games had been added since I had last visited including. . .a Dragon’s Lair cabinet!!
Dragon’s Lair is my all time favorite video game and revolutionized the industry when it came out in 1983. It was the first interactive animated movie and told the tale of a brave, if slightly clumsy, knight named Dirk the Daring trying to rescue Princess Daphne from the clutches of the dragon, Singe. Make the right move at the right time and you get one step closer to the dragon’s lair. Make the wrong move and Dirk meets an untimely demise.
This was not the original game. Rather, it was the officially licensed 2002 Limited Edition reproduction of which only 400 discs were made. This version included the deleted opening scene on the drawbridge as well as some slightly different timing and moves. The cabinet also included the original prototype version which has a slew of deleted scenes as well as the games Space Ace and Dragon’s Lair II: Timewarp. I didn’t reach the lair, but had fun playing.
I more than got my money’s worth as I played pinball versions of Ghostbusters and Doctor Who. I also served drinks in Tapper, fought Bluto and the Sea Hag in Popeye, and conquered Dragon’s Lair II: Timewarp, Bad Dudes vs Dragon Ninja, and Altered Beast as well as dabbled with Crystal Castles, Rampage World Tour, Fix it Felix, Jr., and Track & Field.
About 3:30pm I headed for the village of Algonquin. As I arrived, I was shocked to see the massive amount of construction being done in the little village, but easily worked my way around it until I found the Victorian Rose Garden, owned and operated by Sherry Brewer.
I rang the doorbell of the inn and glanced around the neighborhood. As I turned back to the door, Sherry’s smiling face had suddenly materialized in the window and the surprise nearly gave me a heart attack.
While my pumper reset itself, Sherry let me into the inn, led me to the Presidential Chamber, and gave me the nickel tour. I put my normal explorations on hold as I headed for worship at St Margaret Mary. This was a very nice and quaint church which holds a Polish service at the second Saturday night service.
It was a moving event which brought back memories of going to church back home in Fort Dodge as we sang hymns that I haven’t sung since my childhood.
After worship, I headed to the Colonial Café and I was starved.
I actually felt the need for a small appetizer so I opened the meal with a small cup of cheddar cheese chowder which had an interesting, but tasty, flavor especially with a dash of pepper. My main course was a Smokehouse BBQ burger which was hearty and juicy and really hit the spot. While I ate, I read The House of Brass by Ellery Queen and met an elderly gentleman who liked the fact that I was reading a book as opposed to being glued to a cell phone.
After dinner I headed back to the inn, where I had some chocolate chocolate chip cookies and a cold glass of milk.
With that dessert, Sherry turned down my bed and left me to my devices. I went around the inn taking pictures (the last set I will take with this camera as it’s falling apart). The house has an understated elegance not unlike visiting Grandma’s house with a music room, gorgeous dining room, and a living room that is almost like stepping back in time. It contains an old-fashioned barber’s chair along with a cupboard of shaving mugs, an old-fashioned gumball machine loaded with marbles, and a rocking horse.
The Presidential Chamber, where I stayed, boasts a very comfy king sized bed as well as some nice easy chairs, a fireplace, a mounted flatscreen TV, and a bathroom with a clawfoot tub and shower and even a bidet. After a long day of driving and activities, I was more than content to simply put my feet up for the night and write and post pictures before drifting off to the land of Nod.
I slept all the way through the night. When I woke up, I got a shower and a shave and was ready for a good meal.
And that is exactly what I got along with some lovely company in the form of Mike and Sue of Ohio and Tone and Yvonne of Stockholm, Sweden. For breakfast there was water, orange juice, and coffee along with an appetizer of fresh fruit, cinnamon scones, and banana nut bread. The main entrée was French Toast croissants with Granny Smith apples, scrambled eggs with home-grown vegetables, and thick slices of bacon along with a heaping side of conversation which Sherry joined in on.
All too soon the conversation and the meal had to come to an end. In hindsight, I wish I had another day to spend here for there are still activities to partake of, but I suspect I will be back again, hopefully with friends to really expand on the fun.
But if you’re in the Algonquin region, spend a night with Sherry at Victorian Rose Garden B & B. It’s a inn as pretty as it sounds with fabulous food and company and quite a bit to do in the region as well as being a hop, skip, and a jump from Chicago.
Until the next time, happy travels.
Today the road has brought me to Hannibal, MO.
I had actually had this journey on my mind for quite a while. When the opportunity arose to review a professional production of Cotton Patch Gospel, I knew I would be making my way to Hannibal and a visit to Garth Woodside Mansion, owned and operated by John and Julie Rolsen.
It was an absolutely perfect day for a road trip. The sky was sunny and clear and the temperatures were downright springish. I had a fairly smooth ride into Hannibal, though Google Maps tried to make me take a left turn at Albuquerque. I ended up finding the road I needed anyway, so neener neener Google!
The inn is located in a secluded area along a gravel road and is of great historical interest as it has a direct connection to the town’s most famous resident, Samuel Clemens AKA Mark Twain.
The original owners of the inn were John Garth, a successful Hannibal businessman, and his wife, Helen. The home was built on his farm, Woodside, in the late 1800s. John and Helen were lifelong friends of Twain who often visited the mansion. In fact, one of the rooms in the inn is called the Samuel Clemens and Twain actually stayed in the room whenever he visited the Garths.
As I pulled up to the inn, I took a moment to soak in the impressive structure. When you think bed & breakfast, this is the type of building that springs to mind. If the inside was anything like the outside, I knew I was falling into the lap of luxury. I bumped into another couple on my way to the front door and we were met by Julie Rolsen. Julie is easily one of the most gregarious innkeepers I have met on my travels and she and her husband have wickedly sharp senses of humor. If you stay here, read the book on the inn in your room and you’ll agree with me.
After giving us the nickel tour, Julie showed me to the Rosewood, my base of operations for the next few days. Admittedly, I wanted to stay in the Samuel Clemens to really absorb the inn’s sense of history, but I had been beaten to the punch. On the other hand, I did get to become a part of a unique piece of inn trivia.
The bed in my room is called the most expensive bed in Missouri. It’s a hand carved piece of artistry insured for $55K.
After settling in, I did my explorations. And there is a lot to explore. Not only is this place one of the most beautiful and luxurious inns I have visited, but it is also one of the largest. The first floor gives you a sense of history as the furniture is original to the home. The entire property is remarkably preserved which I attribute to the small number of owners which the property has had. The Rolsens are only the sixth owners. Pretty impressive for a 100 plus year old mansion.
I had scheduled a ghost tour for 7pm, so I headed to downtown Hannibal for an early dinner before learning about the haunted history of Hannibal.
I opted to try the Mark Twain Dinette and it was a bit of a mixed bag. The ambiance is quite nice, but the food was just OK. I had a Roughin It burger which included pepper jack, chili ranch, and bacon which did fill the cavity.
Afterwards, I explored the main street area. Though I, to my chagrin, failed to observe them, take a look at the artistic fire hydrants. They were all painted by Julie.
Downtown Hannibal is pretty compact and most of the interesting sites are all pretty close to one another. I went down to the Hannibal History Museum and picked up my ticket for the tour. As the trolley wouldn’t load until 6:50pm, I continued looking around the downtown area and found the Bluff City Theater and City Hall. Believe it or not, the two buildings are actually connected for my upcoming play review as the theatre is producing the show, but the play is being presented environmentally at City Hall in the council room located on the second floor.
About 6:50, I returned to the museum where I boarded the trolley. Ghost tours are always an interesting way to learn about a town’s history and Hannibal is reportedly one of the most haunted cities in the country. The tour consists of traveling to various buildings and hearing about the hauntings and there were some very interesting tales.
One such tale was the story of three boys who disappeared when they went off to explore one of the numerous caves under Hannibal. In spite of an intense search costing over one million dollars and lasting over a month, the boys were never found as the caves under the town are deep and labyrinthine.
One of the boys reportedly haunts a family, but it is a good haunting. The ghost is the friend of the family’s little girl, who calls him Shippa. Our guide showed us a photo of Shippa taken by the little girl on her fake tablet and even I admit that it is a pretty impressive piece of evidence that bears a remarkable similarity to one of the missing boys.
The other tale was a sensitive point in the history of Hannibal. There was a wealthy businessman named Amos Stillwell who had a younger wife named Fanny who was the belle of the ball. One winter’s night, Fanny was asleep with her children and her husband came home late from a card party held at the home from his good friend, Captain Munger. Not wanting to disturb his wife and children, Stillwell retired to his bedroom.
Around midnight, Fanny heard her husband stir in the other room and say, “Fanny? Is that you?” At that point a hidden intruder rose out of the darkness and killed Stillwell with a double bladed axe. Fanny stayed hidden with the children until she was certain the coast was clear, left the children with the maid, and rushed to get their family friend, a doctor, who lived a few blocks away.
The doctor told Fanny he’d be over immediately and that’s when things started getting weird. Instead of going to the police who were next door to the doctor, Fanny returned home and started cleaning up the gruesome crime scene. The doctor came over and was shocked at Fanny’s actions and called the police.
The police came with the city physician. Needless to say, the police were very upset that the crime scene had been tampered with. Then another strange thing happened. The city physician refused to let the police question Fanny Stillwell, saying she was too distraught. This further angered the police as they now had a useless crime scene and a witness whom they couldn’t question. Even with the help of the Pinkertons, the police were never able to gather much evidence in the mystery.
Nine months later, Fanny married the city physician which was very suspicious and enraged the citizens of Hannibal who literally chased the couple out of town. The couple would return to visit friends several years later and were arrested for the crime. However, with the passage of several years, there was even less evidence than before and the city physician was found not guilty and charges against Fanny were dropped.
A book was written about the case and one of the last remaining copies exists at the Hannibal Public Library. The reason for the book being out of print is that the writer did not get permission from all family members and printing was halted.
Today, it’s reported that the ghost of Amos Stillwell roams the old home of Captain Munger which is now a restaurant known as LaBinnah Bistro. The reason for this being is that Stillwell spent many happy hours at card parties here and his original home was demolished in the hopes of stopping hauntings there.
Our tour ended in an old Baptist cemetery where we were given dowsing rods to sense paranormal activity. Allegedly, spirits exude a magnetic field and the rods will be pulled towards it and cross at the point of activity. Honestly, I did feel the tug and the rods did cross, but dowsing rods also locate water, so while interesting I leave it for the reader to decide if it was science or spirits.
Still, it was a very interesting experience and, as I’ve said, always a good way to learn about local history.
From there it was back to the mansion, where the day’s long drive and activity finally caught up with me. I drew a bath in the clawfoot tub that was just the perfect temperature, soaked, then curled up in my bed to get a $55K sleep.
I awoke refreshed and hungry. About 9am, I headed downstairs to breakfast. John and Julie were clearly born to the B & B business. Both are natural hosts, chatting with guests and making sure they are provided for. I sat down to a goblet of Garth Juice. As John says, “It tastes good and it’s good for you.” Julie prepared a hot chocolate for me and John also brought me water and milk while I worked through a dish of fruit and a muffin.
The main entrée was a quiche filled with broccoli, cheese, eggs, and ham. It was a tasty way to start the day and provided needed fuel for a day filled with activities.
I got things going immediately after breakfast with a visit to Mark Twain Cave.
This name isn’t an attempt to cash in on Twain’s name. Twain often explored this cave as a boy and he uses this cave in several of his books. It’s an entertaining and informative little tour, but you may want to bring a jacket as the cave stays at 53 degrees year round.
I really wanted to explore Cameron Cave as well, but the next available tour wasn’t until noon and that tour is 90 minutes and I had an appointment at 1:30. So, it’s something to look forward to in another visit, especially since you’re provided your own lantern to explore this cave.
From Mark Twain Cave, I headed to the Haunted House on Hill Street. They were offering a special where for $10 I could tour the house and Karlocks Kars and Pop Culture. I took them up on the offer.
There isn’t much to the haunted house. It actually opens with a room filled with 25 intricately sculpted wax figures of Mark Twain, his family, and characters. Narration is provided giving a history of Mark Twain, his family, and the inspiration for his characters. Afterwards, you go through a cheesy little haunted house not unlike ones you’d find at a county fair.
Karlocks was a bit more interesting. It’s a museum filled with vintage cars and sundry pop culture items. There’s even a bit of a vintage arcade, but playing the games costs quarters.
After my brief tours, I headed over to the Mark Twain Riverboat for a little cruise on the Mississippi.
I took a seat on the top deck outside the pilot house. Before setting sail, several blasts are made on the whistle and those by the pilot house need to cover your ears. It was quite a relaxing jaunt as Captain Steve pointed out several points of interests such as Lover’s Leap and Jackson Island which also found its way into the stories of Mark Twain.
During the ride you will actually cross the state line into Illinois and you may just see some wild life. I saw a couple of alligators silently swimming in the Mississippi and I finally understood just how dangerous they could be as the way they swim do make them seem like sticks or logs.
After a journey on the mighty Mississippi, I returned to Garth Woodside to get cleaned up for church and the show.
I attended services at Holy Family Catholic Church and I would like to clone this church and replicate it for all of my journeys. This is what worship needs to be like. Everyone was happy to be there and was ready for Jesus. You could genuinely feel His presence. And they were so welcoming. Father Jim Wheeler asked if there were any visitors and asked us where we were from. The congregation was so welcoming as I had several brief conversations after church. Father Jim also gave a great sermon about us needing to be Jesus with skin on which provided a lot of inspiration and food for thought.
Worship certainly prepped me for the faith inspired play, Cotton Patch Gospel, which was being performed at Hannibal City Hall. It was an interesting and original take on the story and you can read my review here.
After the show, it was back to Garth Woodside and another good night’s sleep.
Somehow the alarm on my clock was turned on and buzzed me up at 6am. Getting back to sleep wasn’t happening so I wrote my review on the play and got back to work on this article. I got to this point and went downstairs to breakfast.
OK, I’m back. Today’s meal consisted of Garth juice, milk, fruit, peach muffin, and breakfast pizza which consisted of egg whites, bacon, sausage, and a pita or sourdough crust. Julie also made me a mug of English Toffee hot chocolate topped with crushed Heath bits because chocolate makes everything better.
I ended up having a lively little conversation with the Rolsen family before returning to my room to finish the article and dilly dally until checkout time at Julie’s insistence. 😉
And that about wraps it up for this edition. If you’re in the Hannibal area, get a room at Garth Woodside Mansion. It’s a wonderful inn hosted by great people in a private locale and the food is fantastic.
Until the next time, happy travels.
Something’s brewin in Gainesville. Wonder what it could be? Something’s brewin in Gainesville. Come on down and see. Come on down and see the Gospel of Matthew told Southern style and an extra twist as well. It’s Cotton Patch Gospel by Tom Key with music and lyrics by Harry Chapin and based off a book by Clarence Jordan. It is playing at Hannibal City Hall under the auspices of Bluff City Theater.
In the intro I alluded to an extra twist with this particular rendition of Cotton Patch Gospel. In keeping with its tradition of turning established shows on their heads, this production is comprised almost entirely of female performers and that includes the two primary roles of the Narrator and Jesus.
Some might think that’s shocking, but it really isn’t and this is why. Tom Key wrote this play in a very unique way. It can be done as a full cast or a small cast or, in true storytelling format, a one person show. That last style is exactly how this show is presented. The Narrator (Taylor Pietz) starts telling the story as an audience member after the first number and then takes over the stage as she becomes most of the main characters as she shares the story of Jesus.
Herbie Barnes does a pretty sophisticated bit of direction with this piece. I greatly admired his staging of the show as he made stellar use of the fixedness of the council room. The chorus would pop in and out from behind the bench for certain scenes and numbers and his narrator used every inch of the space to tell this story. He also thoroughly understood the twists and beats of this tale and led his two primary actors to capable and potent performances as they told that story.
Taylor Pietz plays. . .pretty much everyone who isn’t Jesus. It is a grueling and grand performance as Ms Pietz effortlessly and easily transforms herself into numerous different characters and she does it with such subtlety. She pulls her shoulders back and adopts a slight sneer and she’s a rather vile Herod. Putting on a stole, she’s a high energy John the Baptist. With a slump of her shoulders and tears in her eyes, she’s a sympathetic Jud who believes betraying Jesus will ultimately save him. That particular performance is one of her strongest of the night as she plays both the broken Jud and the villainous Dr. Caiaphas (done with veiled, disdainful eyes and miming the smoking of a cigarette) in an intense conversation as the plot to arrest Jesus is created.
Ms Pietz’s voice is quite heavenly. She’s got a glorious soprano that goes almost operatic on occasion and she has that ability to act through her songs as she never drops character. Notable numbers were her Herod proudly taking credit for the murder of innocent children in “I Did It”. A harried Simon “Rock” Johnson trying to organize Jesus’ takeover in “We Gotta Get Organized”. Two of my favorites of hers were a somber take on “Are We Ready?” that kicks off Act II and a hopeful, joyous rendition of “Jubilation”.
Courtney Friday pulls double duty as Jesus and as Assistant Musical Director for the show. She has the right qualities for the Son of Man as she projects a real sense of innocence and goodness. But I also see loads of untapped potential in her lines and I would love to see her play with the words a bit more to maximize the full force of her role.
Her musical chops are quite top of the line. Not only did she and musical director Colin Healy lead the band to top notch performances of the score, they also rearranged it a bit which I believe added a bit of vitality to the show. Ms Friday is also a wonderful singer with a wide range as she could sing alto and soprano equally well. Top songs from her were a sad, haunted take on “Goin’ to Atlanta” as her Jesus fears his imminent lynching and the joyous “Well I Wonder” to close the show.
The two ladies are supported by a chorus of little girls who have voices of angels and flesh out crowd scenes and provide a little choreography to some of the musical numbers. But I would like to single out Evie Rodenbaugh for a stellar performance. She has a natural instinct for acting as she was fully invested in the action of the play and added tiny little details that added so much. Most impressive was a touching moment when she was weeping over the dead daughter of a government official that Jesus raises from the dead.
Chris Davis’ lights are quite amazing, especially considering his having to adapt them to a most unusual performance space. His idea of using flashlights for the night of Jesus’ arrest is inspired. The band of Erich Eastman, Jacob Mreen, and Brendan Rodgers provide some great music and a few comedic moments as well. Eastman, in particular, has a beautiful tenor singing voice well utilized in a few solos.
All in all, I found it to be a very satisfying night of theatre, especially with the superhuman storytelling abilities of Taylor Pietz. This production truly gives truth to the line “The Greatest Story Ever Retold”.
Cotton Patch Gospel plays at Hannibal City Hall through August 4. Performances are Wed-Sat at 7:30pm plus a Saturday matinee at 2pm. Tickets cost $26 for adults and $15 for children. For tickets, visit www.bluffcitytheater.com or www.eventshannibal.org or call 573-719-3226. Hannibal City Hall is located at 320 Broadway in Hannibal, MO.
Sometimes fate gives you a chance at redemption.
As my regular readers may remember, about a year ago I was in Arlington, TX in order to review Cotton Patch Gospel for the Repertory Company Theatre when a series of unfortunate circumstances exploded that attempt. If you need a refresher or just need to read the story for the first time, click here. A few months ago I found that the show would be playing in the much, much closer venue of Springfield, IL at the Hoogland Center for the Arts. I got in touch with their executive and artistic director, Gus Gordon, and arranged a media ticket to review the show and looked forward to a trip to Illinois’ capital city in early March.
My journey did not start with the normal sense of joy that I usually have with these road trips. Part of it was just general antsyness about wanting to get to Illinois. The other part was my irritation at being unceremoniously turned away from an event I was asked to be part of on the previous night.
A rest stop in Hannibal, MO served to restore much of my good humor. After lunching at Wendy’s, I found myself in a decidedly better frame of mind and the rest of the drive felt like my normal road experiences.
A few hours later, I found myself in Petersburg (about 20 miles outside of Springfield) and my home away from home: Branson House Bed & Breakfast, owned and operated by Norma and John Stiltz. John also happens to be the mayor of Petersburg.
Branson House is an Eastlake Victorian home built in 1876 by Nathaniel Branson for his wife, Frances. The house boasts 7 marble fireplaces and, believe it or not, an elevator. When I rang the doorbell, I was greeted by Norma who gave me the nickel tour of the home before leading me to Uncle Billy’s Retreat, my room for the next few nights. And, yes, of course I used the elevator. It would have been impolite not to have used it.
Uncle Billy’s Retreat was a most comfortable room, indeed. It boasted a large iron framed king bed with an electric fireplace, sitting chair & footstool, and a day bed in the corner. After doing my usual reconnaissance, I relaxed for a bit before heading over to Springfield to get some dinner and locate the Hoogland.
Downtown Springfield does require a little getting used to as the roads are a criss cross of one way streets, but after I went back and forth a couple of times, I found myself expertly navigating the streets. Within a short time, I arrived at D & J’s Café for a little old fashioned comfort food.
Any lingering frustrations to the start of my day vanished with that meal. I enjoyed a patty melt with bacon which was apparently just what the doctor ordered. A side of crinkle fries and a Mountain Dew helped to complete the cure as I chewed merrily away and completed a rereading of Ellery Queen’s The Siamese Twin Mystery.
Upon returning to the inn, I organized some photos and then hit the sack.
The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed. I headed to my bathroom and took a long hot shower before heading downstairs to breakfast. Norma had prepared some wonderfully thick pancakes with a dish of kiwi, blueberries, and strawberries, plus an egg pizza with cheese and chives. I’m not usually a fan of strawberries, but these were quite delectable and I savored every mouthful of my meal while reading Sherlock Holmes and the Eisendorf Enigma, the latest novel from my favorite Holmesian pastiche writer, Larry Millet. I also formally met John who graciously brought me the local paper.
With the inner man restored, I headed to Springfield to indulge in a bit of history. Springfield was the home of our greatest president, Abraham Lincoln and his tomb, museum, and library are all located in downtown Springfield.
The Abraham Lincoln Presidential Museum is well worth a visit for a very interactive study of the life of Mr. Lincoln. I’ve always had a great deal of admiration and respect for Honest Abe, but I was stunned to find out how much I didn’t know about him.
His formal schooling lasted less than a year and he was a self-taught reader and lawyer. I was even more shocked to find out that he began his presidency as our most hated leader. Let that one sink in. It was a particularly contentious election with 4 candidates. Lincoln managed to win a decisive Electoral College victory thanks to the northern states (he actually didn’t make the ballot in many southern states), but only had 40% of the popular vote. Not exactly a ringing endorsement. It also seemed like he could do no right as anything and everything he did brought hatred and vitriol upon him. I was genuinely shocked to see the numerous hateful articles and political cartoons written and drawn about Lincoln. History, of course, has vindicated him.
The museum is split into several sections. One is dedicated to his life before the White House, another to his presidency and the Civil War, another to the Library next door, another to rare family treasures, but the best section is an interactive movie theatre that briefly describes Lincoln’s life. The film showed me that Lincoln had an interesting duality in personality. Despite being a popular wit and storyteller, Lincoln was also plagued by doubt and melancholy. I also learned that Lincoln may very well have been near death even without the aid of John Wilkes Booth’s bullet.
Two busts of Lincoln done after he won the presidency each time show the ravage that leading during the Civil War wrought on him. Underweight to begin with, Lincoln was almost skeletal going into his second term. One noted sculptor thought the second bust was a death mask. Studies of pictures of Lincoln after his first term seem to support the theory that he may not have been long for the world.
After my moving and enlightening education, I took a walk down to the Hoogland to get a picture of it. On my walk, I passed the old and current state capitols and also met a homeless guy who needed a sympathetic ear. He was quite philosophical and well versed on our current state of politics. I ended up giving him $5 so he could get a sandwich.
I got my picture of the Hoogland, then returned to my car where I drove back to Branson House to relax a bit before dinner.
At 4:30, I got cleaned up and into my suit for the evening’s activities. I drove back to Springfield, hoping to eat at the Chesapeake Seafood House, but it was jammed to the rafters. It would have taken 45 minutes just to seat me. Luckily, I remembered passing a restaurant called Alexander’s Steakhouse as I entered town, so I rushed back then, where I was able to be seated immediately.
I think I ended up getting the better deal as Alexander’s had one of the best salad bars I have enjoyed. They also brought me a perfectly chargrilled Atlantic salmon with some hand cut Idaho steak fries. After a tasty dinner, I hopped over to the Hoogland.
It was a magical night of theatre. The Hoogland is actually home to several theatres and I met Gus Gordon who was a warm and friendly guy. I also met Ken Bradbury, the director of Cotton Patch Gospel whose expression of “I’ll be damned” still brings a smile to my face when he found out I had traveled from Omaha to review his show. And the show was excellent. You can read my review here.
With bluegrass music playing in my head, I returned to the inn to write my review and get a good night’s rest.
He was laid in an apple crate in Gainesville, GA, baptized in the Chattahoochee River, and lynched for the sins of humanity. If you think this story sounds awfully familiar, you’d be right. It is the story of Jesus presented in a countrified fashion in Cotton Patch Gospel by Tom Key and Russell Treyz based on works by Clarence Jordan with music and lyrics by Harry Chapin. It is currently playing in the LRS Theatre at the Hoogland Center for the Arts.
While lesser known than some of its contemporaries, I’ve long considered Cotton Patch Gospel to be the best of the Gospel musicals. Tonight’s production only served to strengthen that belief as Ken Bradbury and his cast and musicians came out with all guns a blazing in the best iteration of this show I have seen in a truly magical night of theatre.
Bradbury carries an unusually heavy load in this show as he served as director, musical director, played several instruments, and essayed a couple of roles too. His direction is exceptionally sharp with strong staging that makes use of the entire performance space, sometimes even the entire theatre. He has also led his 2 primary actors to unbelievably nuanced and gripping performances.
His musical direction is virtually flawless as he and his band (Carrie Carls, Barry Cloyd, Rob Killam, Mark Mathewson, and Danny McLaughlin) brought Harry Chapin’s score to bright and colorful life. Bradbury is also an exceptional actor in his own right, projecting subtle menace as Herod as he calmly orders the bombing of an orphanage in an attempt to kill Jesus and milks a pregnant pause to fullest effect as the oily Governor Pilate.
The band not only supplies the music, but they also sing a great deal of the tunes and become characters in the story at various points. Rob Killam is cool and smooth with the stand up bass while Mark Mathewson brings a lot of fun with the mandolin. Danny McLaughlin is not only a great guitar player, but is an incredibly energetic performer whether he was hoofing it across the water before nearly drowning as Simon “Rock” Johnson or raining fire and brimstone on sinners as John the Baptizer. Though his intentions were pretty spot-on, McLaughlin does need to tighten his internal cues a bit.
I thought the work of Carrie Carls and Barry Cloyd was truly something special. Ms Carls has a very wide singing range, being a natural soprano who can easily go alto on a moment’s notice. She was quite adept at picking out the emotional beats of a song, particularly shining as a grieving mother who cannot accept the death of her baby in Mama is Here and bringing a soft jubilance in Jubilation.
Cloyd is a master of the banjo and also shows some good comedic chops of his own as he wrestles with a fish when Jesus tells him he’ll catch a big one if he casts with his left hand. But his lower tenor voice is his greatest asset best utilized in the melancholic Are We Ready? and the wistful You Are Still My Boy.
As essential as the band and music are to the story, this musical also needs top notch actors to drive the narrative and this show has that needed quality in the forms of Nathan Carls and Greg Floyd. Both men brought a passion, energy, and animation to their roles that kept me hooked from start to finish and made them astoundingly fun to watch.
Nathan Carls is outstanding as Matthew. As the play’s narrator, Carls carries the bulk of the show’s dialogue, skillfully navigating its numerous beats. At one moment he does a little soft shoe because he’s excited about going to Atlanta, in the next he’s the rigid taxman meeting Jesus for the first time, the next heartbreakingly devastated as he relates the story of Jesus’ lynching. And his expressions. . .so clean and clear. His disgust at singing Spitball and the aching sadness in his face as he slams a chair to the ground to indicate Jesus’ lynching were highlights of the night. Carls also possesses a fine tenor voice best featured in the hopeful When I Look Up and the spritely We’re Gonna Love it While it Lasts.
Greg Floyd is an absolutely remarkable Jesus. He brings an innocence and purity crucial for the Son of God to the role and yet he still manages to exude a quiet confidence and authority that shows he is Lord. Floyd is also able to capture the heavier moments of Jesus’ mission with equal aplomb. Some of the play’s best moments occur when his beautiful high tenor voice musically asks, “What does Atlanta mean to me?” in Goin to Atlanta and his haunting request to God that he be able to accomplish his Father’s mission without suffering his vicious death during the Agony in the Rock Garden.
This production also rates strong praise for its technical quality. Steven Varble’s beautifully simple set evokes the sense of a rural setting with its outline of a ranch house, windmill, and crates. Gene Hinckley’s lights greatly added to the emotional tone of the show with their vibrant colors.
I thought a beat here and there could have been struck differently and the pacing needed some fine tuning at a couple of points, but these minor quibbles were easily overlooked in the overall quality of the play. My biggest disappointment is that a show this good only gets a 2 week run. With that being said, I would recommend getting a ticket as quick as you can because when the word starts getting out, this show is going to start selling out.
Cotton Patch Gospel runs at the LRS Theatre in the Hoogland Center for the Arts through March 12. Showtimes are 8pm on Fridays and Saturdays and 2pm on Sundays. Tickets are $18 for adults and $16 for students and seniors and can be obtained by calling 217-523-2787 or visiting www.hcfta.org. The Hoogland Center for the Arts is located at 420 S 6th St in Springfield, IL.
What: Cotton Patch Gospel by Tom Key and Russell Treyz with music & lyrics by Harry Chapin
Where: Hoogland Center for the Arts (420 S 6th St, Springfield, IL)
When: March 3-12
This “Greatest Story Ever Retold” is based on the book The Cotton Patch Version of Matthew and John by Clarence Jordan in which the Gospel is presented in a setting of rural Georgia with country music songs. The music is the final, and perhaps best, work of Harry Chapin.
As this Gospel begins, they sing that “Somethin’s a-brewin’ in Gainesville.” Herod is the mayor of Atlanta and, inevitably, Christ is lynched by local thugs only to rise again.
Drama critics loved this show and so did a broad spectrum of religious commentators:
“Entertaining and inspiring, it will lift your spirits and renew your hope.” —The Long Island Catholic
“Rollicking, foot-stomping, hand-clapping new musical!” —The Messenger
The Hoogland’s production will be directed by the popular local director and playwright, Ken Bradbury. Ken directed a very successful production of the show years ago in Jacksonville, and to this day it is the show he is most often asked to stage again. We are thrilled that he has agreed to present the show at the Hoogland!
The stellar cast features Greg Floyd as Jesus, Nathan Carls as Matthew, Ken Bradbury on accordion, Mark Mathewson on guitar and other strings, Carrie Carls on vocals and autoharp, Barry Cloyd on banjo, dobro and other strings, Steve Vincent on fiddle and other strings and Rob Killiam on bass.
Tickets are $18 for adults, and $16 for seniors and students. Showtimes are Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm and Sundays at 2pm. For tickets contact the Hoogland Center for the Arts at 217-523-2787 or visit their website at www.hcfta.org.
Cotton Patch Gospel is being sponsored by Concordia Village:http://lssliving.org/communities/concordia-village
Friday, July 29: the day the road took me to my most poignant place.
On this sunny day I began a journey nearly 14 years in the making. For it was on this day that I headed to Bonner Springs, KS to be a guest at Back in Thyme Bed and Breakfast and to review The Elephant Man for The Barn Players of Mission, KS.
If you’re a first time visitor to this website, The Elephant Man is my favorite play and it played a rather profound moment in my life. For the full details of that story, click here. I had long made my peace with the events of that day which is why I was so excited to finally have an opportunity to see the show and come fullish circle. The timing couldn’t be more appropriate as this article will be posted on the 14th anniversary that I heard the results of that audition.
Bonner Springs is a suburb of Kansas City so it provides a unique blend of small town living with the perks of a nearby major metropolitan area for things to do. Back in Thyme, owned and operated by Judy Vickers, is a beautiful “new-old” Queen Anne house nestled on a secluded acreage near Nettleton Avenue.
Given the size of the house I was surprised that it only boasted 3 bedrooms for rental. On the other hand, the limited number of rooms does make it ideal for peace and quiet. As I climbed the porch steps, I met Brantley and Ashley, fellow guests who were in the area to see a Rascal Flatts concert. As I reached the top step, I was greeted by Judy, a very hospitable host and a fount of knowledge on fun things to do in the area.
Judy led me to the Bay Laurel Room which would serve as my base of operations. It’s one of the most comfortable rooms in which I’ve stayed with its soft armchairs, burgundy walls, feather pillows, and a queen bed with a firm mattress. The room also boasts a fireplace and I mildly wished it were colder so I could get a crackling blaze going.
I unwound in my room for a while before sprucing up for the show and enjoying a 6pm appetizer with Judy and a couple of her friends. I ended up in a great conversation with Fred, a rather intelligent man who is currently writing three books. I enjoyed a pleasant hour conversing with Fred as we nibbled on cheese, olives, crackers, and baba ganoush.
When Fred noticed traffic starting to back up on the highway, I decided to head over to the Barn Players. Once more, Mapquest tried to put one over on me by telling me to make a right turn on a street when it should have been a left. Shades of Richardson, TX flashed through my brain as I got my bearings and got back on the right track. Luckily, I made it to the theatre with about 7 minutes to spare.
The Barn Players is a bit of an institution in Mission and has quite an impressive reputation. Many of its alumni have gone on to professional acting careers, most notably Chris Cooper. The show was almost everything that I hoped it would be. A few flaws kept it out of the excellent region, but it was still very good and thoroughly enjoyable. You can read my review for the show here.
I returned to Back in Thyme where I wrote my review and curled up in my bed for a good night’s rest.
After a comfy night’s sleep, I awoke ravenous. I headed downstairs and enjoyed chit-chat with Brantley and Ashley as we dined on Judy’s wonderful scrambled eggs cooked in thyme butter, crispy bacon, French toast, and fried apples.
Having restored the inner man, I went upstairs to do a little work on the computer before deciding to take advantage of the pleasant day and walk along some trails I found behind the house. Normally I like communing with nature, but I got a faceful of nature in the most literal sense as I stumbled through myriad spider webs as I wandered through the woods. I escaped from the woods yanking webbing off of my face and hair.
Judy had suggested several areas of interest, some of which I will save for a future visit to the K.C. area, but I did take time to visit Bonner Springs’ famed Moon Marble Company.
As the name implies, the store is famed for its marbles and even gives demonstrations into a making of marbles, but the store is so much more than that. The store also specializes in board games, puzzles, and classic toys. I was amazed at all of the hard to find toys and games located in the shop. Duncan Yo-yos, rare board games, Jacob’s ladders, Fisher-Price toys that I remembered from my childhood. If you like vintage toys and games, take some time to visit Moon Marble Company if you find yourselves in Bonner Springs.
After I drove around the downtown area, I returned to the inn where I killed a few hours watching a mystery series before cleaning up for church and dinner.
I attended services at Good Shepherd Catholic Community in Shawnee, KS where I enjoyed a wonderful service preached by Fr. Oswaldo. When services were done, I headed over to Hereford House for dinner.
Hereford House is a Kansas City institution and this was one of the tastiest meals I have ever eaten. I indulged in a small salad with creamy Italian dressing before supping on the main course of a 12 oz ribeye blackened with garlic butter and a side of Cheddar Ranch potatoes and a bit of bread. Most of my dinner came back with me where it currently rests in the inn’s guest fridge for a future meal.
I spent the remainder of the evening working on this article before turning in for the night.
I awoke to a rather gloomy day and am expecting some rain on the drive home. I spent a bit of time editing this article and then went downstairs for another rousing breakfast.
At the table, I met Courtney and Ashley from Olathe, KS who had just come in from having coffee on the porch and we chatted while Judy served us a sumptuous meal of sausage, green chile egg casserole with salsa (now one of my favorite dishes), zucchini muffins, and cantaloupe. The pleasant meal and talk was over much too quickly and I began to pack up for the drive home.
So if you find yourself in the Kansas City area, spend an evening at Back in Thyme in Bonner Springs. You’ll find some good (and healthy) home cooking on a peaceful estate with plenty to do nearby.
One thing I’ve always liked about traveling on Sunday is that it’s (usually) peaceful and quiet. This one was no exception and the traffic was so light through the construction that it was as if no work was being done.
For this final leg of the journey I would be stopping in Wichita, KS where I would be staying at the Serenity Bed & Breakfast Inn. I was more than ready to stop for the night after a long day of driving and sketchy sleep over the two previous evenings.
This was actually a bit of a milestone as Serenity Inn was the 30th B & B I have visited and I must say that I really hit the jackpot with this one. Serenity Inn, owned and operated by Ken Elliott, has all of those features of interest that make for a fine B & B. It’s an older, elegant home with a lot of interesting history as Ken gave me a brief walking tour of the estate. It’s also famed for its murder mystery dinners.
After the tour, Ken led me to Jordan’s Suite which served as my final home away from home for this little jaunt. It was perfect. From the four poster, canopy bed to the Jacuzzi bathtub, it just radiated comfort and peace. In short, it was just what I needed.
I was so weary that I was unable to engage in any sort of exploration of the area. Heck, I was so exhausted that I didn’t even eat that night. I just arranged my things and had just enough juice to watch the Denver Broncos win the Super Bowl and, more likely than not, send Peyton Manning into the sunset as a champion.
I slept like a baby that night. My lights went out and didn’t relight until the next morning. I awoke, fully refreshed, and enjoyed a nice long bath in the morning.
I was starving after having nothing to eat, aside from a small snack, since the previous morning. The Serenity Inn is famed for its LARGE breakfasts and that is a truthful claim. I opted for room service and goggled at the huge meal Ken brought to my room. A massive Mexican omelet, a full banana, a cinnamon roll, grapefruit, salsa, water, coffee, orange juice, and tortillas.
The cinnamon roll was piping hot and one of the best I had ever eaten. The Mexican omelet was light and fluffy and stuffed with black beans, cheese, and corn. Under ordinary circumstances, I would not have been able to eat very much. Hungry as I was, I still didn’t do much damage to the meal, but more than I would have thought possible. I would recommend that the portions be trimmed down to at least half their size, but there are certainly no gripes about the quality of the food.
After breakfast, I said my good-byes to Ken and drove the final leg to Omaha. If you want to enjoy a classic B & B and you find yourself in Wichita, do yourself a favor and get a room at Serenity Inn where you will enjoy a fabulous house and a fine, filling meal.
And on a final note, don’t feel too bad for me because I missed out on the play. Outside of a mild disappointment, it did nothing to damper the trip. I enjoyed some great inns, met some great people, and had a great adventure. I’ll get another shot at Cotton Patch Gospel as either actor, reviewer, or both. Hopefully, it will be showing somewhere in or around my homestead in the not too distant future.
I imagine you saw the title and thought, “Huh?” Unfortunately, it is true. Have you ever had one of those days where fate seemed to conspire against you? Well, I had that day on Friday and that conspiracy caused me to miss Cotton Patch Gospel. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
The drive to Arlington was a shorter trip though somewhat marred by bumpy roads, construction, and heavy Friday traffic. After weeding through the obstacles, I finally found myself in the town of Arlington where I would be staying at the Thornton Inn owned and operated by Sunny and Terry Graham.
Thornton Inn is quite unique in the sense that it is actually a renovated fraternity house. The house is actually one of the oldest homes in Arlington being built in the early 1900s. Eventually it became a frat house until a ruling by the University of Texas-Arlington decreed that all fraternity and sorority houses had to be located on campus. The home was bought by the Grahams to be used as an office for Sunny’s real estate brokerage. A suggestion that the home would make a good B & B inspired the Grahams to restore the house to its former scholarly glory and open it to guests in 2013.
Sunny and Terry are very kind hosts and great conversationalists. Terry, in particular, is full of many incredible tales. Terry led me to my room, the Remington, which housed a massive king bed which has been one of the most comfortable I have ever slept in and a beautiful modern bathroom with a shower that reminded me of the “Car Wash” in the now defunct Quill and Quilt of Cannon Falls, MN.
After settling in, Terry was kind enough to print out better directions for the Repertory Company Theatre. After dressing for the play, I briefly toyed with the idea of arranging for a taxi to take me as I was tired after several days of driving. In hindsight, I wish I had gone with the idea.
Under the best of circumstances, the drive from Thornton Inn to Repertory Company Theatre is about 40 minutes. What I had to deal with was anything but the best of circumstances.
The journey must be experienced as it is very difficult to describe the roads used to travel from Arlington to Richardson. One must use the LBJ Freeway and the George Bush Turnpike which consists of a maze of roads and exits which could easily baffle much better drivers than myself.
I was actually doing pretty well and wasn’t too far from my exit point when I saw an electronic sign flash the message that an accident had occurred right where I needed to exit and traffic ground to a halt. I managed to get around the accident, breathing a sigh of relief that I had given myself 90 minutes just in case. Then I faced my second problem.
My directions said one had to stay to the left in order to make the necessary turn. Well, I followed those instructions to the letter. . .and it put me back on the freeway. Not a problem, I got off at the next exit and got turned back around as precious minutes ticked away.
I found my road and thought I would make it in time to the show, but then I glanced at the road signs where, to my mounting horror, I suddenly saw I was somehow on a different street. It turns out that the roads in Richardson are not unlike the roads in Flagstaff, AZ. In Flagstaff if you turn left, the road is Apple Street. But if you turn left, it’s Blueberry Street. In Richardson, you need to be in just the right lane or you may find yourself on a road other than the one you want.
I desperately tried to find my road again, getting directions from a gas station. I finally got back to my road and found the area where the theatre was located, but knew it was an exercise in futility as the show had already started. I heaved a frustrated sigh and headed back to the inn.
I debated about whether or not I wanted to try again the next night, but there were problems with that. I knew that each performance had less than 3 rows of seats still available before starting the trip so I wasn’t sure if I could still get a ticket. You also cannot buy tickets online once it its 24 hours before showtime. You can call the theatre for a ticket, but the box office doesn’t open until an hour before curtain. Assuming I could still get a ticket, I still would have had the 40+ minute journey to re-endure. It was too much of a gamble. I wrote a letter to the theatre thanking them for Friday’s ticket and explaining why I was unable to make it.
The stress of the failed trip took a toll on my sleep as I woke up during the night with my body going through symptoms similar to a panic attack. A few deep breaths brought my twitching body back under control and the comfort of the bed helped me fall back asleep.
Terry and Sunny were very sympathetic about my plight. Terry felt guilty as he had printed out directions for me, but I assured him he could have done nothing more. The bad luck was completely beyond his control. But the delicious breakfast of breakfast tacos, fruit, bacon, and a hash brown helped perk me up.
Luckily I had a relaxing activity planned for the day. I had arranged for a 90 minute massage at the Sanford House Bed and Breakfast and Spa. Under Margo’s ministrations I felt my body loosen up and unwind and some cheese and water afterwards helped complete the treatment. The Sanford Spa is definitely worth a visit if you want some pampering.
Afterwards, I headed to the Parks at Arlington mall where I wandered around briefly before returning to the inn where I watched some Elementary, finished a video game, and caught a nap.
I attended worship services at St Maria Goretti Catholic Church. This was a beautiful church and the people were so welcoming. It was a nice service with a good sermon from Father.
When worship had ended and under the suggestion from Sunny, I had dinner at Babe’s Chicken Dinner House. Sunny had raved about their food and the crowd that met me certainly testified to the quality of the meal as it was packed to the rafters. Even as the dynamic uno, I had to wait 30 minutes for a table.
But it was worth the wait. Babe’s is better as a group as it is family style dining. You get your choice of one of 5 meats and sides of corn, biscuits, salad, green beans, gravy, and mashed potatoes are brought on. I opted for chicken fried steak which I managed to eat half of and helped myself to a little of each of the sides. The mashed potatoes are the best I’ve ever tasted. Price is about $15 per person, so it is very reasonable for the quality and quantity of food.
When dinner was done, I did a little work posting photos, but found myself uninspired to write. I decided to go to bed.
The next morning I had a filling breakfast of French toast, fruit, bacon, and sausage to strengthen me for the drive home.
I truly did enjoy my time at Thornton Inn and you cannot find better hosts than Sunny and Terry. If you find yourself in Arlington, do yourself a favor and book a room here.