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Thursday, November 22, 2012

DAY 92 - Buddy Holly, Silent Wings, & Wild Burgers...

Lubbock, Texas is the birthplace of Buddy Holly the rock-n-roll singer who tragically passed away at the young age of 22 in an airplane crash near Clear Lake, Iowa.  Growing up in Iowa I had heard about the crash and had enjoyed some of Buddy’s famous songs like; Peggy Sue and That’ll Be The Day.  Buddy Holly and the Crickets had four hit songs in their 18 month short lived career together.
Photo- The outside of the Buddy Holly Center in Lubbock, TX.

I learned more about him at the Buddy Holly Center in Lubbock.  I went in and paid the $5 entrance fee in the gift shop and was told about the Center.  I also found out that my entrance fee was good to get into another museum in the area that I was planning on going to.  Bonus!  I watched a short film about Buddy Holly and all of the boundaries that he had broken in his short career.  He helped open doors for independent control of music and recording for future rock-n-roll stars.  He influenced the likes of The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, and Elton John.  Buddy also experimented with using different instruments and noises in the recording of his songs.  The short film also featured the Big Bopper who had also tragically died in the same plane crash. 
Photo- The local postman who was going by insisted to take my picture with
the glasses because otherwise how would I prove I had actually been there.

Then, I went into a room where there was a timeline and memorabilia from his life.  There were photos, shirts, jackets, and one of the famous Fender Stratocaster guitars.  There were letters from fans asking how much it would cost for him and the Crickets to play at a dance or a venue.  It was a window into a very different time of music careers.  I was also very amazed because there was even the pair of glasses that he was wearing when his plane went down.  It was all very interesting and it made you wonder what it would have been like if his musical career had been longer. 

In another room were photos from his life and of some of his musical comrades who had not been in the airplane accident.  Some of them had gone on to musical careers by themselves with mixed results.  Each year some of those musical comrades have a musical reunion at the Buddy Holly Center sometime in the summer.  There was also an additional gallery room which features local art from the area.  The current exhibition was the Day of the Dead.

In the pamphlet materials available at the center there were other sites that pertained to Buddy Holly’s life that you could visit in the area.  You could drive by the home where he grew up, visit the grave where he’s buried, and take a photo next to a bronze statue of him in Buddy Holly Square which was across from the Center.  There were other places that you could swing by or visit on the list that were still around in the area.  There was a West Texas Walk of Fame which featured other musical artists like; Tanya Tucker and Mac Davis.  They have quite the musical history in Lubbock.
Photo- The Silent Wings Museum housed in the old Lubbock Airport.

Next, I jumped on to I-27 north for a few exits to the other museum that I wanted to visit for the day.  It was the Silent Wings Museum which is located near the current Lubbock airport and rather looks like the museum took over the old airport.  This museum is the story of the World War 2 Glider Program which played a key role in World War 2.  It is the only museum in the world dedicated to telling the story of the gliders.
Photo- Inside the Hangar Gallery of the Silent Wings Museum.

I showed my already paid ticket from the Buddy Holly Center and that got me into the museum.  I first started down the hall and to the left where there’s a 14 minute film that explains about the glider program.  The gliders were a silent way to deliver men and other supplies into combat zones or possibly even in behind enemy lines during WW2.  During WW2, there was a South Plains Army Airfield (SPAAF) near where the museum is now that served as a training facility for the glider pilots. It’s estimated that 80% of the more than 5000 WW2 glider pilots graduated from the SPAAF facility.   Great deals of these pilots were older and had not been drafted because of their age or other reasons.  Now they were training to fly the gliders as well as learn how to fight because a glider was basically a one way ticket into a combat zone.  These were a special breed of patriotic men that flew these gliders and they earned their silver “G” wings which is their symbol.
Photo- The very tight "Blue Box" that they used to train the glider pilots.

After the film I wandered around the museum.  In the large Hangar Gallery there were actual restored gliders and what is called a blue box which served as a trainer for the pilots.  It looked like a very small and tight cockpit to me.  They had a Combat Gallery which contained different of examples of the uniforms and weapons that these men would have used on their mission.  There was also a description of some of the actual missions.  Then there was a Timeline Gallery that had key events in aviation history that led to the WW2 gliders being used.  The gliders had a short history in war because of the eventual development of the helicopter that would serve the same need in further combat history.
Photo- A very fun and good place to get a burger in Lubbock, TX.

Before leaving Lubbock, I grabbed some lunch.  I ended up at a place called Wild BurgerGrille.  It’s a fun funky burger joint that specializes in burgers.  You have a choice of having beef, bison, or chicken with a list of possible toppings on your burger.  They have a list of already devised specialty burgers that you can choose from that you can order with beef, bison, or chicken.  I chose one of these called Green Chili Cheeseburger which is green chilies, sharp cheddar cheese, lettuce, roma tomato, with a spicy mayo.  I opted to try it as a bison burger.  It had been years since I had a bison burger.  The burger came with a choice of fries and I chose the garlic parmesan fries.
Photos- The fun interior of the Wild Burger.

While I waited for the food, I looked around Wild Burger’s interior.  It features quite a few large paintings of famous people in a fun playful psychedelically colorful way.  There was Albert Einstein with his tongue stuck out.   Amelia Earhart’s painting featured her blouse unbuttoned down quite a ways and leaning proactively.   Then there was an Animal House scene where John Belushi is wearing a toga.  It was a fun laid back type of atmosphere.  I asked the server if this was a chain restaurant in the area and she said no but there was just one right now but they were working on it.  The burger and fries were wonderful when they arrived at the table and everything was very fresh too.  The server was very friendly.  While I ate, I watched people come in and one of the staff would say I a heavy southern accent,” Hi Ya’all! Where ever you would like to sit and someone will be with you soon!”
Photos- Windmills and oil rigs on the Texas landscape.

After lunch, I found myself driving south easterly towards Abilene, TX.  The landscape was still a bit flat.  Here and there off in the distance I would see fields of windmills turning slowly in the Texas wind.  As I got closer to Abilene, the landscape started to get bluffs and some hills.  I was starting to get closer to Hills Country in central Texas.  I was also seeing oil rigs out in the fields too along with the windmills.  I thought it seemed a bit odd to see them together but I guess in Texas they were playing both ends of the energy spectrum.

It was getting dark shortly after checking into the hotel and I decided to play it close to the hotel for dinner.  There was a great deal of construction in the area and I didn’t want to risk getting lost in all that.  I went across the road to a Chili’s restaurant.  I sat at the bar and ordered an appetizer with a beer.  A short time later an older couple sat down next to me.  I struck up a conversation with Karen.  She was a fun southern lady that wasn’t a bit shy.  It ended up that her and her husband were staying at the same hotel across the street.  They were driving through on their way to see her daughter for Thanksgiving. We talked and she gave me a list of some places to go see while I was visiting her great state of Texas.  She wanted to buy me a drink but I thanked her and told her two beers was my limit for the night.  I said good night and she wished me well in my travels.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

DAY 90- Three Months, Roswell, & Amarillo by Nightfall...

It was day 90 and it’s kind of hard to realize that 3 months has passed.  The time has just flown by.  I’ve done a lot in those three months; visited 11 national parks/monuments, went horseback riding for the first time, gone on a scenic motorcycle ride and boat ride, almost worked my way through 6 states, been on parts of Route 66, tasted a bit of wine, did a bit of gambling, tasted some wonderful food, visited a presidential library where I walked on an old Air Force One, biked some interesting spots, driven through some wonderfully scenic areas, did some hikes, attended a wedding, gotten stung by a bee, and several other things.  The list could go on for a while.  All these things I wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t taken that first step and said to myself,” No excuses; I’m doing this!” 

I’m really glad I did that and sometimes I admit I get a little bit uneasy because I’m SO out of the box that I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to fit into a box again.  Where does this all end?  I’m very unsure and I never really thought about an “exit strategy”.  I just jumped in with both feet and never thought too much further.  I’m just going and living in the moment day by day.  I meet new people almost every day and have some of the most interesting conversations. 

But I know that this will need to come to an end.  The money will run dry and I know that over time I just can’t physically continue this pace of going and going and going.  Sometimes, you just need to stop and pause; give yourself sometime to evaluate where you have been and where you need to be.  I’ve got this going on in the back of my mind; mainly in the evening times before I fall asleep.  I ask myself—what do I really want to do when I grow up.  It’s silly but in essence this is a HUGE growing period for me and I’m not sure where I’ll be when I come out on the other side.

Okay, so with all that being said let me get going on what my day 90 was like…

I woke up to rain in Roswell, NM.  Ugh!  I managed to keep a bowl of cereal down this morning; that was a plus.  I’m wondering if it was something I had for breakfast or dinner the prior night that had caused yesterday’s sour stomach.  I had just gotten done with the shower when my hotel room door was opened by a maintenance staff.  Another two minutes later and he might have caught me without my towel.  He might have gotten a REAL eyeful!  LOL!  I think he was more embarrassed than I was; he quickly apologized and said that the front desk said I had checked out.  He left quickly closing the door behind him.  I had gone down stairs earlier to return a movie I had borrowed from the hotel and put an extra bag in my car but I wasn’t checked out yet; someone had jumped to conclusions.
Photo- The International UFO Museum and Research Center.

Later, I dropped off the keys at the front desk and said that the maintenance guy could now get in my room to fix whatever needed to be fixed.  They were all sorry for what had happened but I kind of found it a bit amusing.  I asked one of the gals for directions to the International UFO Museum and Research Center.  Then, I was in my car driving along the rainy Main Street area of Roswell.

I will tell you that most of the businesses rather play up the space alien stuff here in Roswell.  You’ll be driving along and a fast food sign will have a space alien holding the enter sign or there will be green statues standing on each side of the door.  Green aliens with HUGE black eyes are a common sight in Roswell.  I drove along to the old part of Main Street to the old theater that is now the place where the International UFO Museum and Research Center resides.  It’s rather hard to miss this place; and there are another couple of places nearby that stand out too.  I narrowed it down to just visiting this one place from doing a bit of web surfing the night before I found this place seemed a bit more authentic and interesting than the other tourist traps along the main drag.
Photo- It's set up to let you decide what to believe.

I paid the $6 entrance fee and started off in the Museum area.  There was a timeline of newspaper articles and pictures of UFO experiences in other parts of the world starting with the 1940’s.   Then, on July 4th, 1947 the Roswell experience happened.  There was a timeline of the next days, then weeks, then months afterwards.  Some of it was newspaper articles, some of it contained copies of signed affidavits from those that saw what happened.  It was all laid out in a fashion to let you decide what happened in Roswell.  To tell you the truth, it made me wonder about all of the possibilities and I’m undecided.

There was space alien art done in one corner and then the museum worked its way through the subjects of what a UFO is.  Then it showed photos of what people thought were UFOs; some of the photos had been examined and disproved for one reason or another, but others, well, they just don’t know.  Then, the museum covered the subject of space aliens being in art of ancient cultures and showed some examples.  Next, were the crop circles and the theories and possibilities.  It was all very interesting and rather entertaining.  They had a space ship with aliens out in a large open area that would periodically start making noises, lights would flash, and fog would come out.  But is there other life out there?  I think it’s egotistical of us to think we are the only ones but have they already tried to contact us.  I don’t know.
Photo- A fun little alien invasion within the
International UFO Museum and Research Center.

I went back through Roswell to head north; the goal was to be in Amarillo before night.  Hey, isn’t there a song about that?  I stopped before I left rainy Roswell at a place called the Rib Crib; a BBQ place that I would hope to have some of that famous Texas BBQ.  Though, I have to admit that I’m a HUGE fan of Kansas City BBQ so it’ll take a bit to dissuade me from that.  Well, it turned out that this was a BBQ chain and quite a few of their restaurants were in Kansas.  They even had one in my home state of Iowa; Mason City.  Well, I wouldn’t therefore classify this as Texas BBQ.  Oh, well but then again what did I expect… I was still in New Mexico.  Hello!??

The drive from Roswell to Amarillo was rainy and very, very flat.  I thought that Nebraska was flat but in comparison Nebraska is interesting because they have ponds and trees that they plant almost everywhere there along the highways.  This was barren and flat.  There were abandoned houses along the way, and a lot of people living in trailer homes out in the middle of nowhere; literally.  The rained started to clear up more as I got closer to Amarillo.  Just after the town of Hereford, there was a HUGE cattle holding pen area along the railroad.  It was a pretty smelly stretch for about 1 mile there.
Photo- A section of flat Texas.

The landscape did have a few hills getting up to the plateau that Amarillo is on.  I got to my hotel in Amarillo and got out of my car and there was that mild smell of cattle that permeated the air.  As some people would say, that’s the smell of money.  It’s not a new smell to me; growing up in Iowa which is second to Texas for beef producing I’ve gotten my fair share of smelling that, especially attending an agricultural college in Iowa.  But I have been living in a city in Utah for almost 23 years and have forgotten what that smell is like.

I ended up asking the hotel clerk about a good BBQ place and he was directing me to Famous Dave’s which is a BBQ chain that is all over the west.  I was looking for more local.  He told me of another place but it was closed on Sundays.  Then, I said that maybe I should just try an Italian place to which he gave me a suggestion of another chain restaurant.  Please don’t tell me this indicative of the people in the south that they love chain restaurants because then I can skip half of Texas in one fell swoop. 
Photo- The sunset from my hotel room window.
I made it to Amarillo before nightfall.

I opted to go to a place down the road called Salt Grass Steak House.  I’m sure it was another chain restaurant but I will admit that I had never heard or been to one of these before.  It wasn’t too bad.  The steak was good, cooked to order and I had sweet potato fries alongside the steak but they put maple syrup on the sweet potato fries which I thought was a bit too much sweet.  I ordered ranch dressing for the fries and the server looked at me funny.  I was half tempted to explain I was a Yankee to see if that might explain my strange behavior.  I have the feeling that I’ll be falling back on that excuse as I go along.