Jessaka’s review of A Road Trip Into America's Hidden Heart - Traveling the Back Roads, Backwoods and Back Yards > Likes and Comments
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Sounds like my kind book.
Hi Jessaka,
I was missing some new reviews from you, so I decided to look at an old one. This was a good one! I don't have many memories of Missouri. That's because I just drove across it with my wife back in 1969, from west to east as we were going back home after visiting my brother in Denver. I have only two memories, one bad and one good. After leaving Kansas City, we drove across on a smallish highway. Stopping to have dinner at a small town restaurant, I ran headlong into Mr. Racism. They refused to serve us. (I think you know my wife is from India.) We sat down, but the waitress ignored us. I beckoned and spoke to her a couple of times, but she would not look at me, would not answer. The people there all ignored us. It took me a few minutes to realize what was happening. We had to walk out. I was so ashamed that I'd brought my wife (we hadn't been married even a year then) to this place.
The second memory is that while driving further, the next day, I spotted a box turtle crossing the road. There were a lot of trucks behind me and I knew that this turtle was never going to make it. I pulled over, ran back, and saved a life. That turtle came home with me to Massachusetts and later to Ithaca, NY. It lived a good life with a lot of snacks and even caught some cockroaches in our student apartment. We named it an Indian male name, but some months later, it laid an egg. Oops!
Racism is so cruel and horrible. We saved a turtle in the Everglades from a flock of giant birds. Well, They were vultures
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Hi Jessaka,I was missing some new reviews from you, so I decided to look at an old one. This was a good one! I don't have many memories of Missouri. That's because I just drove across it with my wife back in 1969, from west to east as we were going back home after visiting my brother in Denver. I have only two memories, one bad and one good. After leaving Kansas City, we drove across on a smallish highway. Stopping to have dinner at a small town restaurant, I ran headlong into Mr. Racism. They refused to serve us. (I think you know my wife is from India.) We sat down, but the waitress ignored us. I beckoned and spoke to her a couple of times, but she would not look at me, would not answer. The people there all ignored us. It took me a few minutes to realize what was happening. We had to walk out. I was so ashamed that I'd brought my wife (we hadn't been married even a year then) to this place.
The second memory is that while driving further, the next day, I spotted a box turtle crossing the road. There were a lot of trucks behind me and I knew that this turtle was never going to make it. I pulled over, ran back, and saved a life. That turtle came home with me to Massachusetts and later to Ithaca, NY. It lived a good life with a lot of snacks and even caught some cockroaches in our student apartment. We named it an Indian male name, but some months later, it laid an egg. Oops!
Racism is so cruel and horrible. We saved a turtle in the Everglades from a flock of giant birds. Well, They were vultures

