Part 42: Kansas City

I woke up late in the morning and checked out of my hotel. I then walked south down Main Street to the Westin Crown Center. Inside the Westin, I picked up a rental car from Hertz. I proceeded to explore Kansas City by car. For lunch, I ate at a place called the Pressed Penny Tavern, which was literally three blocks east of the Kansas state line. The reuben sandwich I ate was not very good.

I backtracked to the WWI Memorial and Museum and spent the day learning about the history of World War I. I wondered why a World War I memorial and museum would be in Kansas City of all places. The only reason I could find was that civic leaders in Kansas City were willing to cover the costs.

Next, I drove to Shawnee, Kansas and checked into the Holiday Inn Express. I showered and got dinner at Taco Bell. Then I drove south down Interstate 35 to Emporia, Kansas. Emporia is a city I had driven through many times in 2020 for work, but I had never gotten the chance to explore it. Upon getting into town around 8:00pm, I had two options on my mind: Bourbon Cowboy and Double D's Cabaret. Bourbon Cowboy is a country bar downtown with dancing. Double D's Cabaret is a gentlemen's club on the west side of town. I decided to check out the latter.

When I arrived at the strip club, I had beaten all of the dancers. I chatted with the staff and enjoyed a few Budweisers and Jager Bombs. Myself and another patron played hick hop on the TouchTunes jukebox. By 10:30pm, the dancers started a rotation on stage. It seems this club was anything goes. I was sliding dollars into g-strings and smacking asses at the stage. There were only five dancers working. The only one I was really hot for was Secret. She was mixed race with a fit body and natural C cup breasts. Unfortunately, she got locked down with a regular the whole night, so I was not able to get lap dances from her.

I left around midnight buzzed and hungry. I picked up a pizza from Domino's and ate it on the one hundred mile drive back to Shawnee. I was tired and struggled to stay awake over the next hour and a half back to my hotel.

I didn't get much sleep that night, as I had to be at Kansas City's Union Station by 6:30am to catch the
train back to Mendota. I figured I would just sleep on the train ride back east.

The WWI Memorial and Museum in Kansas City.

A trench scene inside the WWI Museum.

Part 41: Kansas City

I left work and headed to Mendota, Illinois to catch the Amtrak train coming through later in the afternoon. I had credit on my Amtrak account that I needed to use. I parked my rig at the train station and boarded Southwest Chief for a weekend in Kansas City. The train ride went smooth until it fell behind schedule on the approach to Kansas City. We arrived almost an hour late. I navigated through the impressive Union Station in Kansas City and found my way to a nearby stop for the KC Streetcar. I rode the streetcar to the Power And Light District and got off at the Hampton Inn where I would be staying for the night.

I checked in and took a quick shower. I then wandered the streets looking for nightlife. It was below freezing, and downtown was very dead for midnight on a Friday. I wandered past Bazooka's Showgirls and Temptations, but I wasn't in the mood for peelers. I headed north over Interstate 70 to the Power & Light District, which I had heard good things about over the years. It also seemed to be pretty dead. After getting a couple miles of walking in, I retreated back to the Hampton Inn and passed out on the bed in short order.

The view from the Mendota Amtrak station.

The KC Streetcar stop just outside of Union Station. The WWI Memorial is in the right background.

Part 40: Terre Haute

After a late night, I woke up hungry. I went over to Papa John's for lunch to redeem a coupon I had for a free Papadia Calzone. From there I decided to work for Roadie delivering packages for a couple hours to offset my gasoline costs. I ended up in Urbana, Illinois in the afternoon. I finished my day delivering groceries from the Walmart to a graduate student from the University of Illinois. Since I had lived in Champaign for four years about a decade ago, I decided to spend a couple hours driving around and to see what had changed. Eventually it got dark, so I decided to start heading back to Terre Haute.

I drove south down US 45 to Tolono and stopped at Smoke & Shine for dinner. The restaurant was packed due to an Illini football earlier in the afternoon, but I was able to find a spot at the bar. I had six smoked brisket tacos, two Budweisers, and a couple of their moonshine shots.

I continued down US 45 to Tuscola. Tuscola used to be known for having the Tanger Outlet Shops. I even had a cousin who would drive out to this outlet mall with her friends for a day or two of shopping. As of November 2023, the outlet shops were almost completely vacant. There were maybe only six units occupied. The other ninety percent of the retail spaces were empty. The pandemic and online shopping had taken its toll on Tuscola, a town where people used to get off the interstate to shop.

I next hit a liquor store in town with very reasonable prices. I bought a twelve pack of Bud Light and some bottles of alcohol. I then stopped at a gas station for a bag of ice. My plan was to go to a private BYOB strip club in the soybean fields west of Tuscola called The Hideout. I arrived at The Hideout at 9:30pm, rang the doorbell, paid a cover charge, and dragged my Igloo cooler inside.

There were seven dancers working. I found two of the seven, Chanel and Starfire, to my liking. Chanel was what I call Sinclair prototype. She was a Hoosier in her early twenties with bleach blonde hair and blue eyes. She had an athletic body and C cup breasts. I did two twenty minute VIP rooms with Chanel for a total of $200. I was on cloud nine.

The stage was empty for most of the night. It seems there was no set stage rotation. One customer came in and got irritated all of the dancers were either on the smoking patio or in the dressing room. He berated the bartender and the bouncer that he shouldn't have to pay a $15 cover charge to look at an empty stage all night. He requested a refund, but I do not think they gave him his money back. He stormed out of the club pissed off.

I left The Hideout around 2am buzzed. I stopped at a gas station to buy a large fountain soda, Rice Krispie treats, and beef jerky to help me sober out and stay awake on the seventy-five minute drive back to the Candlewood Suites in Terre Haute. I was so tired, I had to occasionally slap myself to stay awake on the drive. I made it back to my room and was asleep within fifteen seconds of my head hitting the pillow.

Part 39: Terre Haute

I left work in Chicago and headed south down US 41 towards Terre Haute. Along the way I stopped for gasoline in a small town. About ten minutes after I started driving again, I got a text alert from my bank that someone was trying to use my credit card to buy groceries from a store in Sacramento, California. My credit card had been compromised somehow when I bought gasoline at the pump. My bank turned off my credit card and was going to mail me a new one. I was able to eat dinner at Burger King using a second credit card. Carrying a backup credit card is something I recommend for all travelers.

I arrived in downtown Terre Haute around 10pm. I checked into the Candlewood Suites. Next, I headed over to The Play Pen on the northeast part of town. The Play Pen is a newer strip club that only opened in January 2021. The club did not yet have a liquor license, although the staff thought in another couple of months they would. I drank a twenty-ounce bottle of Dr. Pepper and took in the stage show. Out of the five dancers I saw, only two were to my liking. Medusa was a gorgeous goth type with black hair, brown eyes, pale white skin, and a lot of tattoos. Unfortunately, she was locked down with a regular customer. Despite my tips at the stage, she did not take the hint that I wanted to see her in private. I ended up taking my second choice, Hera, back to the private area for a couple topless lap dances. She had long brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and big C cups that were fun to grab.

I drove back to the hotel to park my vehicle and then walked across the street to a bar called The Copper Bar for a Budweiser. For late on a Friday night, this bar was as dead as a doornail, which was surprising to me since Indiana State University was literally a couple blocks away. The few attractive females in attendance were with their boyfriends. There were no single women to game. I finished a second Budweiser and then walked back across the street to the Candlewood Suites. I started my day at 5am, and it was now 1am. I laid down on the bed in my clothes and fell asleep almost instantly.

Part 38: Carbondale

I woke up around 10am and walked a little over a mile to Enterprise Rent-A-Car. I got a Ford Fusion and drove south to do some exploring. I went to Metropolis, Illinois first. I stopped into Harrah's Casino to try to make a quick buck on the video poker. After about ten minutes, I figured the payout odds on the video poker machines were not as favorable as my beloved Casino Queen in East St. Louis. I left in search of lunch. I went to the Hardee's Red Burrito and had tacos. Afterwards, I went to the infamous Superman statue to take some photos. Metropolis is the fictional city where the Superman comics take place. Next, I went to Fort Massac State Park to get some exercise as I looked at the reconstruction of the over two hundred year old fort and the Ohio River in flood stage. It started raining, so I jumped back in the car and headed across the river into Kentucky to do more exploring.

I couldn't find much to do or see in Paducah as I drove around in the rain. I decided to go to Club Incognito for an afternoon rain delay, but found the strip club closed. According to Google it was supposed to be open at noon, but apparently the hours had changed. It would not be open until the evening. I hopped on US 60 and drove to Wickliffe. I crossed the Ohio River near its confluence with the Mississippi River and headed into the mostly abandoned town of Cairo, Illinois. Any land not protected by levees was flooded. The water was just a foot or so from swallowing the highway into Cairo. I drove around Cairo photographing the abandoned buildings and vacant main street. It was already late in the afternoon, so I headed north back to Carbondale. I took a shower and got ready for dinner.

I went to a restaurant called Italian Village. I ordered a large pizza and a Coca Cola. I watched some horse races on my smartphone while waiting for my food. It was a decent dinner.

Next, I headed north on US 51 toward De Soto. I stopped at Club Coyote. At 8:45pm, it was dead. The club is a pole barn with a bar and stage in the middle. I really did not find any of the dancers attractive. Every dancer showed baby damage. The best looking female in the club was the blonde, petite shot girl. At least Budweisers were only $3. I could get reentry with the wristband they gave me at the door, so I decided to head up the highway and possibly double back later to see if things got any better.

Next, drove north of De Soto to JB's Showplace. The long building was split into two separate sides. The right side was a regular sports bar for locals, and the left side was a small strip club. Budweisers were a very affordable $2.50. The dancer line-up was slightly better at JB's. A brown-eyed brunette named Candy was just my type. I wanted her. I tipped her generously at the stage. She jumped off the stage and gave me a short lap dance. I wanted to spend my entire wallet on her, but she spent all of her time off stage talking to a couple local farmers who she seemed to know, so that did not happen. A black dancer named Sky was a good second choice, but she hid out in the locker room when she was not on stage. The club did not obey the Smoke-Free Illinois law. Empty cans of Bud Light with the tabs ripped off were all along the bar as makeshift ashtrays. Eventually, the secondhand smoke and frustration from not being able to get lap dances had me departing.

I stopped back at Club Coyote while heading south. There was a college crowd around midnight and more of a party atmosphere, but the subpar dancers had me back in the rental car after slamming another Budweiser. I drove back to Carbondale buzzed. I needed something to sop up the alcohol in my stomach. I made a post-midnight visit to Jimmy John's for a Big John with extra onions. I then turned in for the night at Home2 Suites.

The Superman statue in Metropolis, Illinois.

Part 37: Carbondale

I got off work early, rushed to Union Station, and boarded the southbound Illini at 4pm. It took about five and a half hours to get to my destination at the end of the line: Carbondale, Illinois. Upon arrival, I deboarded and humped it about a block or so to Home2 Suites, an extended stay type of hotel owned by Hilton. The Amtrak worker that worked the cafe car narrowly beat me to the check-in desk.

I showered and then went out to explore downtown Carbondale. The plan was to hit a bar and check out the Saluki coeds. The downtown was pretty dead. I would later find out that winter break was still going on and classes would not restart until Monday. I found a bar called Traxx a few blocks from my hotel that had a decent college crowd. The young females stuck to mixed groups of friends mostly, so sarging was difficult. After a couple of Budweisers, I decided to call it a night. I had started work at 4am in the morning and now had been awake for over twenty hours!

On the way back to the hotel, I stopped at Jimmy John's and had a Big John with extra onions. I then retired to my room and quickly passed out.

Home2 Suites as seen from the Carbondale Amtrak station.

Part 36: Burlington

I woke up on Saturday intending to get a rental car at the local airport, but I got up too late. The local Enterprise location claimed to be out of cars. I ended up renting a Malibu from the local Chevrolet dealer. Next, I went to Taco Bell to try the new Rattlesnake Burrito. After that I hit up the Catfish Bend Casino. I ended up winning a little money on video poker and drank a few free sodas.

After stopping back at the Quality Inn to do some work on my laptop, I drove south down US 61 to Fort Madison. I got to the Ridgewood Lounge II at 7:00pm. It was not well illuminated and hard to spot from the road. When I entered, the bar was dead except for the bartender and two customers. The dancers wouldn’t show up until 9:00pm. For the next two hours, I played pool, played songs on the jukebox, and drank $3 cans of Budweiser. Eventually more people came to the Ridgewood. It seemed this was a hangout for the local young people. When the dancers did begin at 9:00pm, most of the crowd could care less. They were there to shoot pool on one of the five billiard tables and drink, not tip strippers. I saw the two African-American girls that were on my train the previous night stripping. I guessed right that they were strippers. None of the four dancers were overly appealing, so I got in my car and headed back up to Burlington about 10:00pm.

I got a couple burritos at Taco John’s and then went to a bar called the Paddle Wheel Lounge that my Lyft driver, Jeff, had recommended to me the previous night. He was right; the Paddle Wheel was the spot for college-aged women in Burlington. Unfortunately, there were about twice as many guys as girls. I slammed a Budweiser and headed over the Mississippi River to Illinois.

I returned to Charlie’s Angels at 11:00pm. I proceeded to tip the stage heavily and slam $3 cans of Budweiser. Barbie was the star of the show once again, but I did not get a chance to do private dances with her because she was in demand by everyone. A large group of college aged students came in. I’m not going to lie. I had more desire in my eyes for those coeds than many of the dancers. Around 2:00am, a large group of black guys came into the strip club along with an influx of people from the Burlington bars, which were now closing. One black guy was prancing around the club repeating, “I’ll fight. I’ll shoot,” over and over. Since there have been multiple shootings at Gulfport nightlife over the years, I took that as my cue to call it a night and drive back to the Quality Inn.

The Paddle Wheel Lounge.

On the hill is Snake Alley, the crookedest street in the world according to Ripley's Believe It, Or Not!

Part 35: Burlington

I headed down to Union Station in a Lyft after work. The California Zephyr was leaving Chicago at 2pm. I would have liked to have taken mass transit, but was running short on time. I got to Union Station just after 1pm. I hit the busy McDonald’s and went to the Great Hall to assemble in line. When 2pm rolled around, it turned out my train was delayed. I played on my smartphone and made phone calls until the train was finally ready about 5:40pm. I lined up to catch my train, and there were two young black women in line behind me. Both were wearing leggings and got on the same car as me. Since the train was already late, the Amtrak crew hustled everyone onboard, and the train lurched out of Chicago at 5:53pm.

I enjoyed the scenery heading west towards Iowa, but did not enjoy the smell. A Mennonite sat in the row behind me and reeked of body odor. I do not think Mennonites use deodorant. We finally got to Burlington a little after 9pm. Interestingly, the two black girls got off at the same stop. They definitely gave off a stripper vibe. I left the Amtrak station and walked across town to the Quality Inn on US 61 on the icy sidewalks. It was a three mile walk that took about an hour.

I checked in and got my room on the first floor at the end of the hallway. I used Choice Privilege points for a free two night stay. I showered, then ordered a Lyft to pick me up at the hotel. About 11:15pm, a local named Jeff in an Audi A6 picked me up. I could not believe a guy would be using such a nice car for ridesharing. I told him to take me to Charlie’s Angels on the Illinois side of the Mississippi River. Charlie’s Angels was the last remaining strip club in Gulfport, Illinois. At one point, this little river town had five strip clubs. The Mississippi River flooding in 2008 played a big role in thinning the herd.

Charlie’s Angels was a decent club if you lower your expectations being that it is in a rural area. There was no cover charge and cans of Budweiser were $3. Stage tipping yielded dancers hopping over the rail and giving a lap dance right on the floor. This was good value. I had my eyes on Barbie, but she was in high demand as she was clearly the cream of the crop here. The clientele started getting more ghetto approaching 2:00am as the bars closed in Iowa and everyone congregated over on the Illinois side at Charlie’s Angels. The club stays open until 6:00am.

About 2:00am I called a taxi and had him take me to the Perkins in Iowa. I was hungry and had not eaten in over twelve hours. I had the fish and chips. It was not worth the money paid, but Perkins might have been the only twenty-four hour restaurant open in Burlington. At least there was a girl’s softball team at the next table to stare at. About 3:00am I jogged down an abandoned Highway 61 back to the Quality Inn.

The California Zephyr.

The train station in Burlington, Iowa.