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.
Pancakes, fruit, and egg pizza
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.
Abraham Lincoln Presidential Museum
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.
Hoogland Center for the Arts
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.
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