What’s In Between

What’s In Between

“ The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what’s in between…”. Horton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth.

Why?

This is a question you may be asking. Why would I embark on a solo road trip between Cincinnati, New Mexico, Minnesota and back home? It’s not as if those destinations are close to each other. As a 61 year old women, is this really a good idea? Well, we are going to find out.

As a child, I spent a large portion of my life in the backseat of the family car on vacation. My father worked for Procter & Gamble and we moved from Seal Beach, California to St Louis to Chicago to Chesapeake, Virginia, to Lima, Ohio and then to Cincinnati. My parents loved to travel but with 3 children, and another to be born when we lived in Virginia, it would have been prohibitively expensive to fly everywhere. Plus flying was such a glamorous event back then, I don’t blame my parents for choosing a car trip over a flight where you needed to be dressed up and on your best behavior. So we drove and often camped while seeing parts of the United States. One summer it was New England, another out West, another the Midwest. Usually whatever was near by where we were living at the time. My mother was a history major so we spent one summer visiting Civil War battlefields (as an 11 year old, this was supremely boring as one field looked just like the next). Both sets of my grandparents lived in Arizona, and my cousins lived in California, so there were many road trips to visit them. I think I developed my love for reading during these trips in the back of the car. If I could get in the way back of the station wagon, that was the perfect spot. Old people will know what the way back was.

One of my favorite books in 4th grade (living in Chicago at the time), was The Phantom Tollbooth. For those unfamiliar, a young, bored boy named Milo is gifted a small tollbooth and he uses his little electric car to drive through it and to worlds beyond. The trip changes his outlook on life. As a child, I yearned to drive myself on a trip to unexplored places. Frankly, I was enamored with driving, hoping to become a bus driver when I grew up since I would be able to drive all day long.

I have traveled to many places here in the US and around the world, and each trip has changed my outlook. But I have never traveled by myself. So on March 1, 2025, I will get in my little car, drive through my little tollbooth, and see what is in between here and there. If you would like to see what it is, please follow along.

Minnesota to Illinois, March 13, 2025

Kris and I began talking about Prince this morning. I wanted to make sure I remembered the “Purple Rain” story accurately, which she confirmed that I did. She and Jim both said, “You know, he is from right here.”, meaning the town they lived in. Apparently, that was one of the reasons Kris was so taken with Prince, he was really a home town hero. His house and land was 5 minutes from their house, and because he died without a will, the land was broken up and sold. There are now heaps of homes on that land. The Paisley Park Museum is also 5 minutes away. I did not go in, but I did take pictures from the road.

On the back of the Chanhassen Cinema is a mural of Prince painted by New Zealand artist, Graham Hoete, who is known as “ Mr. G”. He specializes in “spray paint photo realism”. It was painted in 2016, a few months after his death, and is beloved by the community. Prince loved films and often contacted the manager of the cinema to ask to see movies at odd times (like 1:00am), in order to enjoy them in private, without being hounded by the public. Mr G donated his time and skill to create the mural for free. The Cinema is being torn down and the community is upset at the loss of the mural. Three weeks ago, Mr G announced on his Facebook page that he was approached to create a new mural in Chanhassen and it has been confirmed that he will paint it in 2026.

Having noted my posts about big unusual things, Kris asked if I had seen the Temple of ECK, also very close to their house. This is the spiritual headquarters of Eckankar, a spiritual and religious practice developed by Paul Twitchell in the 1960s. I will leave it to you to investigate this more if you choose.

After I saw these sites, I continued 6 1/2 hours southeastward to Chicago. I love the city of Chicago. I lived outside of Chicago as a child, Rod’s sister, Laura, and her family live there, Bridget grew up there, my daughter Kate and her husband Brendan live there, my son Patrick is often there performing with his band. My niece, Molly, attends school in the greater Chicago area. So many people I know have some connection to the city.

Chicago is the most populous city in Illinois with 2,638,159 people living within the city limits in July, 2024. The Chicago metro area has a population of nearly 9.5 million people. This explains why traffic is always terrible.

Some fun facts:

The city’s name is derived from a French rendering(“Checagou”) of a Native American word from the Miami-Illinois nation which can mean “skunk” and “ramps”, a wild relative of onion and garlic.

Chicago has several nicknames- The Windy City, Chi-Town, Second City, and City of the Big Shoulders. I guess Skunky Garlic City never caught on.

Jean Baptiste Point du Sable established a settlement here in the 1780s. He is commonly known as the “Founder of Chicago”.

In 1871, the Great Chicago Fire (which may or may not have been started by Miss O’Leary’s cow) destroyed an area about 4 miles long and 1 mile wide and left over 100,00 people without their homes. During the rebuilding process, Chicago constructed the world’s first skyscraper in 1885.

Of the total population in 1900, more than 77% were either foreign-born or born in the US of foreign parentage.

During prohibition (1920-1933), gangsters and crime flourished. Al Capone, Dion O’Banion, Bugs Moran, and Tony Accardo battled the law and each other on the Chicago streets.

In 1974, the Sears Tower, the world’s tallest building at the time, was constructed in Chicago. It is now called the Willis Tower.

Richard M Daley, was elected mayor in 1989. He was Chicago’s longest- serving mayor, successfully running for re-election 5 times.

The Chicago Flag was designed but Wallace Rice in 1917 after winning a flag designing competition put on by the City Council. The three white bars on the Chicago flag represent the three sections of the city: the North, the West, and the South sides. The two blue bars represent water, Lake Michigan and the North branch of the Chicago River (the top bar), and the South branch and the Great Canal (the bottom bar). The four six pointed stars (they are six pointed because Rice, believed that five-pointed starts represented a sovereign state and this was just a city) each represent a major event in Chicago’s history. 1) Fort Dearborn, a US fort built in 1803 next to the river and destroyed in the War of 1812, 2) The Great Chicago Fire of 1871, 3) World’s Fair: Columbian Exposition, which took place in Jackson Park (the site of the current Museum of Science and Industry) in 1893*, and 4) Century of Progress Exposition in 1933. This second World’s Fair event celebrated Chicago’s centennial and focused on technological innovation. *This is also the setting for the 2003 historical non-fiction book by Erik Larson, The Devil in the White City, which I highly recommend.

I had dinner with Kate and Brendan at their new house. They closed on it a week ago and have slowly been moving books and clothes to the house. It is a wonderful house, and I am thrilled for them to start this new, exciting chapter.

Good night Chicago, you Skunk Garlic City. I will visit the Art Institute and the Museum of Science and Industry tomorrow and then have dinner with Kate and Brendan after work. My trip is in the final stretch. It is lovely to end it here.

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