Book Tour to Joplin, MO (Days 2-3)

Tuesday, September 29, 2026
5:33am Wake up. Facebook. Temp 63F.
6am Double check that you can't take the flight to Chicago from the Joplin airport instead of driving an hour south to Northwest Arkansas (layover too short to make the connection to Pittsburgh).
6:15am Workout.
7am Breakfast. 
8am Do some remote patient care. Temp 64F.
11:45am Cross the parking lot to the Cheddar's Scratch Kitchen for chicken pot pie for lunch. Temp 84F.
12:30pm Catch ride to campus. 
12:55pm Meet with the University president.
1:20pm Driving tour of downtown Joplin. Yes, THAT Joplin, MO, site of the costliest tornado in US history that killed 161 people and left a mile-wide swath of destruction through the center of town in 2011.
1:45pm Stop at The SalTea Sloth for fancy iced tea. Temp 83F.
2:05pm Arrive at Joplin Mineral & History Museum.

Grease monkey cans!

Above: rocks that glow in black light.

Below: "If It Can't Be Grown, It Must Be Mined" -- including something take goes in the filling of Twinkies (?!)

Above left: Junge Baking Company display case.

Above right: One of a series of Godey's Lady's Book plates that tell the story of a nun. In this one, "She decides to die in spite of Dr. Bottles." (Dear reader, she did not die--at least, not then.)

Above: antique furniture; below: hand-made paper dolls.

The National Cookie Cutter Historical Museum is just an alcove with changing exhibits, but it reminded me of nothing so much as the Salt & Pepper Shaker Museum in Gatlinburg, TN.

Above: someone's private collection of tricycles and pedal cars, on loan; below: period image of "The Goat," which is reportedly the first motorized fire-fighting vehicle in the country (1906).

Above: Bonnie & Clyde 1) were fashionable and photogenic and 2) had a shoot-out in Joplin in 1933.

Finally, there was a whole room devoted to Route 66, which runs through Joplin on its way to Tulsa, through Phoenix, eventually to Los Angeles/Santa Monica.

3:45pm Stop at hotel to pre-pack and grab lecture materials. Temp 85F.
4:20pm Find a comfy spot in the honors and global student lounge to review lecture.
6pm Give public book talk to 61 people. (Recording still pending.)

7:28pm Head to dinner at Wilder's Steakhouse with 3 historians, 1 literature scholar, and a biology instructor.
9:39pm Close down the restaurant. Temp 74F.
10:11pm Lights out. Temp 73F.

Wednesday, September 30, 2026
1:02am Too hot.
2:04am Too cold.
3:12am Not yet.
4:15am Alarm.
4:30am Check out and wait for ride to airport while "Country Roads" unironically plays on the hotel speakers. Temp 74F. 
5:58am Clear security. Stop by the Crystal Bridges mini art gallery. Temp 70F.

Above: Irwin Hoffman (1901-1989), Lace Makers, Puerto Rico (1944)

Below: Jean Bales (1946-2004), Untitled (1970s-80s)

6:38am Take window seat 15F. Process photos for my blog and do patient work.

8:40am Touch down at O'Hare. Raining. Hello, Block I in the terminal! Temp 64F.

9:26am Assume window seat 11F. Discover there is no wifi so you can't prep charts for afternoon clinic. 😤 Play Tetris and then pivot to outlining another article due by the end of the year.
10:am Finally take off from Chicago.
12:37pm Land in Pittsburgh. Pick up bag and eat leftovers in car while driving to clinic. Temp 72F.
2pm See patients.
4:42pm Leave clinic ASAP to get a snack before writing notes and signing paperwork. Temp 76F.
7:15pm Reunite with Dear Husband over dinner at the local watering hole. Temp 70F.

10:15pm Time to drop into bed! Temp 65F.

Retreat to Montreat

Dear Husband and I took a working vacation to Montreat this year. Nestled in the mountains of western North Carolina, not far from Asheville, the town of Montreat is home to Montreat College (blue signs) and a Conference Center (green signs) that hosts events associated with the Presbyterian Church (USA). The campus surrounds "Lake Susan"* and is reached by driving under a stone gateway with two arches that could be interpreted as an "m." The name is a contraction of "Mountain Retreat Association."

This was my first visit to the Presbyterian Association of Musicians Worship & Music Conference, and DH's fourth as the Music Director of Sewickley Presbyterian Church. SPC has been sending a contingent of singers, bell ringers, and hangers-on for almost 4 decades, since his predecessor brought the idea with him from Mississippi. It's a Presbyterian version of the United Methodists' Music and Worship Arts Week at Lake Junaluska (less than an hour west of here!), and the SPCers' favorite moment of every day is happy hour on the back patio before dinner.

Flying out after Sunday morning worship via Charlotte to a recently expanded Asheville Regional Airport, where we rented a car for the week, we arrived juuust as the kick-off worship service was starting in Anderson Auditorium (above). It was truly impressive to hear hundreds of people of all ages singing and praying together. The theme of the scriptures, liturgy, and music for the week was "Who'll Be a Witness?"

We shared a room with twin beds in Assembly Inn (pictured from the other side of Lake Susan, top), the main lodging house with a cafeteria that provided all our meals. DH and I both signed up for sessions like a lecture series on hymns, adult Bible study, intermediate bell ringing (him), and movement in worship (me), but I didn't want to burn a vacation day when the fourth Monday of the month is already scheduled for video visits, so I actually worked 10 hours on Monday with meetings and patient visits (after buying a webcam from Best Buy on our way into town) from the lobby (above) and our room. Having missed the first day, and cognizant of a lengthening summer to-do list of lectures, papers, and a book review, I decided to skip all but one hour of class to catch up with this, that, and the other thing.

In between reading, writing, or emailing from a succession of comfy or charming locations, I attended worship at 11am, ate meals with the group, and joined in the evening activities (below, in order): a comedic operetta based on Cinderella, a tree-themed hymn festival, and a brass band concert played outside for us to enjoy around the lake. The weather was cooler and drier than I had anticipated, mostly 60s in the mornings and 70s in the afternoons, with occasional overnight rain.

Tuesday evening a group of us drove into Black Mountain, parked at the visitor's center with its oversized rocking chair (below), and ate dinner al fresco at the bistro next door. Having left room for dessert, DH and I walked over to Kilwins for ice cream (also famous for its fudge), which we ate while walking around the quaint downtown of shops.

Earlier in the day I had "stimulated the economy" by patronizing the Montreat Store and its upstairs affiliate, The Good Steward. My prize find was a pair of glass bubble earrings by a local artist for only $35. I promptly wore them for my 2-hour drive to Charlotte on Wednesday to surprise my 100-year-old grandmother for lunch. I stopped by my aunt and uncle's house to see them and one of my cousins before battling traffic back in time for dinner.

Thursday and Friday, DH played a handbell voluntary before the services (video above), and Friday the service featured two tall flagpoles with doves at the top (above) that I really liked for bringing movement into worship. Friday at lunchtime we ducked into the Presbyterian Heritage Center in Freeland Hall (pictured below, with the kids' ribbon procession practice session barely visible over the stone wall). The small museum held a variety of exhibits: on the origins of Montreat; a well-done exercise applying critical historical skills to the question of the Mecklenburg Declaration of 1775; and Rev. John Mack Walker, Jr.'s carved wooden sculptures of Biblical characters dressed and posed like Appalachian residents in the 20th century. After lunch I came back to look at the other exhibits and to finish this blogpost in the quiet, air-conditioned library / archive.

The Walk to Emmaus (1961) won an award from the North Carolina Museum of Art for its depiction of mountain people. When classes let out, we bundled two seminarians and all our stuff into the rental car and drove to the airport. We were sad to miss the big closing service / concert Friday evening, but I got scheduled to round with the brand-new hospital interns Saturday morning. May the Spirit of the Lord interrupt my work as often as my work interrupts my leisure. Amen!

*Lake Susan was created in 1910 when the creek was dammed. It is named for the niece, sister, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother of the man who donated the wood. It's now made of stone and has a waterfall that can be enjoyed from a rocking chair or bench on the three decks of the Moore Center, which hosts a cafe (I was made the Duchess of The Huckleberry Cafe on Yelp after checking in only twice!), two shops, and classrooms.