The Cawker City Shuffle

I'm sitting in the public library in Cawker City, Kansas, about midway through our 500+ mile ride to save the Kansas City Royals. You might know this town for its lack of a gas station, leaving me famished, but more likely, for housing the world's largest ball of sisal twine, started in 1950-something by this guy who ohmygoditdoesn'tmattermyassistired. I continue to promise extensive diaries and recollections of the endless highway, all the cool roadkill sightings, and every truck that almost blew me into a ditch. But first, i want to get there. So, farewell twine. May you unravel in a tornado and end up someplace rich in Dairy Queens. Amen.