Day 118: Nebraska Freedom

The Walking Fool woke up, went onto Main Street in Bancroft, Nebraska, got a free pizza from a small market and a free haircut from a barber. He immediately declared Bancroft to be his favorite town so far… mentioning this to every squirrel or blue jay he encountered on the day's walk.

Nineteen miles later, the WF hit the town of Wisner, where he had a bloody steak at the Coachman's Steakhouse (which was connected to the Coachman's Bowling Alley). The salad bar consisted of iceberg lettuce and croutons. That was it.

The Fool was told by a local handyman/do-it-all that there was going to be a late-night concert at the city park, so sleeping there might be a tad troublesome. But he told him about a smaller park on the north end of town where he could find a quiet patch of grass to lay down on.