Day 92: Macon

The Fool walked 9 miles on Route 63 to Macon, Missouri, where he wanted to go to the post office to pick up a pair of packages. He got a little lost and asked for directions from a pair of local men hanging in the garage. They then both started talking at the same time, each giving directions to the post office but completely disregarding the fact that the other one was talking. It was like an Abbot and Costello routine. They just talked on top of each other until each of them ended with "post office."

Before leaving Macon, the Fool went to the grocery store and asked if they sold any regional pork rashers, but found to his disappointment that apparently there's no such thing as “Macon bacon.” He claims they kicked him in the groin at that point, but they probably didn’t.

He unexpectedly stayed in Macon overnight at the Super 8 because of rain.