Bust of Rosa Parks at musuem

Seems like just yesterday I was starting my blog on Travel Media Showcase in Kansas City.  Last week I was just leaving Montgomery, Alabama after another wonderful hectic Travel Media Showcase. We met  with lots of convention and Visitors reps, some new people and lots of old friends.

Each year we do a fam tour and this year I chose the Civil Rights Tour. We visited the Rosa Parks Museum. Incredible museum about an incredible lady! You enter and see memorabilia and then a film leading you to Rosa’a courageous act of defiance. At that point the film stops:doors open to a scene of a bus stop and becoming more crowded. You are viewing as if standing on the sidewalk looking through the bus windows.

As the bus fills with people, The driver gruffly orders Rosa to vacate her seat so a white man standing in the aisle can sit down. Rosa refuses. She is tired. Tired after a hard work as a seamstress at Montgomery Fair department store where worked. She was tired also of being treated as a second-class citizen just because of the color of her skin.

“No” she says to the driver.

The driver, Bruce, threatens her with arrest. I can call the police.”

Dexter Avenue King Memorial Baptist Church

“You may do that,” is her quiet reply that touched off the beginning of the battle for civil rights that spread like a raging wildfire from Montgomery across the nation.

Then on to the Dexter Avenue King Memorial Baptist Church where the new young pastor named Martin Luther King, Jr. picked up the torch and led his people into a peaceful quest for the right to equal treatment. If you go there be sure to see the basement mural. It is a beautifully done piece of art depicting scenes from Dr. King’s life painted by John W. Feagin. The church is also a treasure from a historic point of view because of its age. It was built in the 1880’s. Stained glass windows to the front and the ones on top of the side windows are original to that period. An interesting irony is that this church  congregation  originally met in a slave traders pen. It was designated a national historic landmark on June 3, 1974,

The King parsonage

Next we went to the parsonage. Some of the furnishing are  the actual  pieces the King family used when they lived in Montgomery. Although Dr. King preached the way o f peace and non-violent resistance, his opponents did not. There are still traces of the bombing inflicted on the parsonage when his wife and young baby were home.

The Greyhound station where the Freedom Riders entered Montgomery may only be viewed from the exterior where markers retell that story. Then we continued on to Freedom Memorial, a round, flat, granite sculpture with water flowing gently over its surface. It was  designed by Maya Lin, who also created the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

This is a trip you do not want to miss.  Black or white, this is an integral part of our history.

From the bottom of my heart, I want to say “Thank you, Alexandra S. We’ve never met. I don’t email you or have any other contact with you but still you have a place in my heart.

We do have a few things in common. Both of us were flying on Delta Airline yesterday. Both of us missed a connecting flight. I only know that you were flying into the U.S. and your plane was late landing. I was returning from six hectic days on the road. I’m a travel writer and had just attended Travel Media Showcase in Montgomery Alabama and then continued on for a post trip to Huntsville, Alabama. Then the accommodating Huntsville Convention and Visitors Bureau representative, Charles Winter and our long suffering bus driver, Tom, returned those of us flying back to the Montgomery airport.  The entire experience was great fun but very exhausting.  I will tell you all more about the trip itself in the next few days right here on Just Naturally Me. But today, I want to explain why I do so appreciate you, Alexandra.

I was way ahead of time and boarded the Montgomery to Atlanta leg of my flight just fine. That’s when the plot began to thicken and the suspense built. Our cheerful flight attendant announced we would be parking on the side for another 30 or so minutes due to congestion in Atlanta airport.  And, oh by the way, no refreshments would be served since this was such a short flight. Short flight but long delay. I could have used a Coke or something stronger as I contemplated the fact that I would have less than 20 minutes to get from the very end of D terminal to the opposite end of A terminal. Not a likely prospect. The flight attendant laughingly agreed I most likely would not make it but nothing she could do. Thank  you for flying Delta!

It was exactly 20 minutes to four, my Jacksonville flight departure time, when I hit the tarmac dragging my computer case, also containing two cameras, three lenses, assorted chargers. a tape recorder and a bunch of incidentals I could not travel without, and a purse that could be registered as a deadly weapon due to its size alone never mind all the stuff I had crammed into it. I gave it a good shot pretty much running down the aisle and only rolling over a few toes as I raced for the underground train and the elusive A terminal.

As I reached the bottom level, the train doors were just snapping shut. I threw myself and all my attachments headlong into the train just barely avoiding the door slamming shut on my rear end. I grabbed an overhead strap already firmly  held by one gentleman who probably has a black and blue bruise about the size of my hand  and hung on for dear life

I was pushing my way up the escalator in A terminal when I heard the fatal announcement “Final boarding call for Flight 1654 for Jacksonville!”

Had the departure gate been anywhere near the escalator I would have gotten to that plane but as you all can guess I surfaced around gate A 20 and I needed A2. Still I gave it my all. I did swerve around anyone in a wheelchair but any other walkers were fair game. When I arrived gasping for air and parched the ticket/boarding clerk had disappeared.  It was 3:55. I think I set a new record for transversing that distance in Hartsfield Airport. “You just missed it.” was a comment from the sidelines.

Well, as you can guess by the time I found a ticket/boarding clerk at another gate and explained my predicament I was not a happy camperor flyer. They knew I was scheduled and heading here as fast as I could. It didn’t faze her at all. “Our job is just to get our planes in the air on time,” she shrugged.  I guess it doesn’t work that way in Montgomery or something.

She handed me a new boarding pass for an 8:30 flight. An 8:30 flight! The true proportions of this tragedy hit me. This was worse than just being home a few hours later. This was epic. I was going to miss the season finale of  True Blood!

My devastation must have showed. The ticket/boarding clerk took pity. She handed me a new boarding pass. This one for the 5:10 flight. “It’s standby but you night get on.”

Hallelujah! A light at the end of the tunnel!

When I hit the departure gate, I was number one on the standby list. The boarding clerk there would not venture a guess on my chances until she had the plane boarded and all passengers accounted for. Naturally this plane takeoff was delayed. They all are except when I have a connecting flight then they go right on schedule.

By 5:25 they had boarded and had one missing passenger. They kept calling her name on the loudspeaker but no answer. One clerk said to the other “When did her plane get in?”

“Just a few minutes ago,” he replied. “If she is tied up with emigration, it could be an hour or more.”

They both looked at me. “If she isn’t here in a minute, you’ve got it.”

I was down the breeezeway halfway to that only seat in the plane still hearing the echos of the last announcement “Alexandra S. report to gate A10 for your Jacksonville connection.”

That’s the one other thing we have in common, that one last seat that was first assigned to you and then to me. I did enjoy it. Thank you so much. Alexandra S.

Ever wonder why Chrysler was in so much financial trouble that they had to declare bankruptcy? I just had my Jeep repaired at a dealership in Brandon, Florida near Tampa and understand why people had lost faith in Chrysler products.

This was an emergency or I would not have taken the car to a dealer. My last dealer experience with a Chrysler dealer in Palatka had made me wary. That time I had a steering pump problem. For those of you like me who know very little about mechanics, when power steering goes out it has to be one of three items: a hose, the tank or the pump itself. I had already had the tank replaced just a few weeks before so that eliminated one possible culprit. The dealership made me go through a diagnostic test so they could determine the problem. (I already knew it was the pump or the hose) They ended up replacing all three items including the new tank. Cost me $1,300.

So you can understand why I was leery this time.  But here we are sitting in Rustin, Florida researching a book that was already way behind schedule. So when the Jeep refused to start and responded to a jump from the friendly maintenance men at Little Harbor Resort with just a small ticking noise, we knew the starter must have been a goner.

So faced with having to get towed somewhere for repairs and not knowing any mechanic in the area we went with the dealership. Bad choice!

Oh, they were courteous and polite. Then they took several hours before they got the car in and checked it our.  When they called back the news was what I expected about the starter.  They also said one battery terminal was cracked and needed replacing. The estimate was shocking, over $900 but I had no choice. I needed my car back. We were paying $35 per day for a rental car. Plus Chrysler had told me if I didn’t have the work done there I was going to have to pay a diagnostic charge of over $130 dollars and my roadside assistance would not have paid to tow it elsewhere.

When I got the Jeep back and looked at the itemized repair statement, I really felt taken. Not only were the labor charges exorbitant, but the actual items were highly inflated.  It was only when I got chance to check out what a starter should have cost that I was really furious.

As you can see on the statement and warranty I posted here, the starter I got was a re-manufactured one with a three-year warranty. I paid $318.33. I priced one that would fit my car at a well known car parts store. A new one with a limited lifetime warranty sells for $129.40. Chry7sler’s charge was well more than double. And remember I got a re=manufactured one for that inflated price.

The terminal they bought cost $3.50 compared with $1.89 online. Again, I didn’t really shop the price for comparison, just checked a reputable auto parts place.  That leaves only two possibilities regarding the prices Chrysler charges; either they are very poor comparison shoppers or they just gouge their victims/customers unmercifully.

Now the labor is interesting. I can’t argue with the labor to put on a starter as I couldn’t do that job but I surely could and have put on new battery terminals. You just take off the old one, peel back insulation, cut off any corroded wire and stick the wires through the place between the two bolts that hold the wire and tighten it. Then just push it onto the battery post and tighten the little bolt. No big deal. I have done it on the road with just a pair of pliers in the past. The dealership charged a whopping $161 labor.  Boy, was Jessie James in the wrong business?

Note another interesting charge on the statement: Shop Supplies $69.95. What in blue blazes are shop supplies? A few rags to wipe the mechanics hands? Some Go-Jo to clean hands? I could have bought them a few Martha Steward towels and some imported perfumed soap for that price. And why should a customer pay for shop supplies anyway?  That is not my concern. I really don’t care if they wipe their hands on their coveralls.  Just think what old Jessie could have done with a shop supplies charge. Can’t you just see him charging the railroads for bags he needed to carry the loot away from the robbery?  He would have charged the banks he robbed for the saddle and bridle for the getaway horse.

So much as I love my Jeep, when it comes time to replace it do you think I am going to consider a Chrysler vehicle?  Yeah, I’ll consider a Chrysler just as much as Jessie James would have considered contributing to the Pinkerton’s retirement fund.

I’m just finishing up on my latest book, Wild About Florida: North Florida. The last bit of traveling I did on this one was very unique.  One episode in particular reminds me of how like us the animals are.  Life and death is part of their cycle also.  One zoo I visited had a brand new addition to its family. Another lost one of its treasured family.

Harry, the brand new jaguar cub at Jacksonville Zoo

New Years day 2009 was a very special day at the Jacksonville Zoo. Their four and a half year-old female jaguar named Zassi gave birth to a very special cub, the first jaguar cub born in the zoo since 1981. On April 13, 2009 mother and cub were released into the Range of the Jaguar. Martin and I were as excited as proud relatives going to visit a new baby for the first time.

Their award winning Range of the Jaguar now has the most jaguars of any zoo in the country.

Of course the jaguars are not the only thing that makes this zoo special. The zoo consists of spacious exhibits where animals enjoy a life in conditions that closely replicate their native habitats.

On the other side of the scale. I visited a great little zoo in Panama City Beach, Zoo World Zoological and Botanical Park. Here the other side of the coin comes into play. I was quite intrigued to see a orangutan and a yellow tabby cat sharing a cage and asked about the story. Here is what I was told:

Tonda and TK (Credit Zoo World)

“Tonda lost her life mate a couple of years ago. Since her loss, much like any human would react; she lost her zeal for life. She would spend her days lying on her island home with her head down and covered with her security blanket. The keeper staff tried to keep her entertained by providing her with a variety of toys which she would lose interest in quickly if she paid attention to them at all. Because Tonda is beyond child bearing age, it has been impossible to find a mate for her. After an extensive search for a new companion to no avail and her condition was not getting any better. Tonda’s keepers had to come up with some way to elevate Tonda’s zest for life. Enter T. K., Tonda’s kitty, the cat you saw. T.K. has the sweetest personality and the keepers quickly realized he would be compatible with Tonda. As the introduction process began, Tonda’s attitude completely changed. She is now alert and active; there is a new light in her eyes. A match made in Heaven, Tonda has found a new reason for living and T. K. is getting all the attention he loves and richly deserves. Tonda and T. K. now spend all their sleeping and waking time together.”

I was saddened to learn Tonda died on March 20, 2009, just a few days after I visited Zoo World, but feel I was privileged to witness such a beautiful friendship.

More about both zoos and so much else can be found in Wild About Florida: North Florida which will be out by the end of May 2009.

Today, I’m happy to welcome a visiting author.

Justin Sachs

Your Mailbox is Full

I’d like to introduce you to Justin Sachs who is the author of a new book, Your Mailbox Is Full and is the founder of the Creating Possibilities Coaching Program in which Justin helps teenagers to increase their grades, eliminate procrastination, and create balance in all the areas of their life.

1. What do you do?

I work with teenagers to increase their grades, eliminate procrastination, create balance in their lives, and overcome any obstacles standing in their way of success.

2. Tell us about your new book.

Your Mailbox Is Full is a book for teenagers, that teaches them the tools they need to become successful in school and throughout their lives. They learn things like goal setting, time management, living a healthy lifestyle, and modeling and attracting success.

3. Why did you write it?

When I was 14 years old I went to my first Tony Robbins Seminar and I was in a room full of thousands of adults thinking, “Where’s all the teenagers?” “Why aren’t other youth here getting these powerful tools and strategies?” It was with that realization that I found my passion: Empowering teenagers with life-skills and leadership development tools for success. That’s what my book is all about: Teaching youth the most powerful skills they need to know to create enormous success and fulfillment in life! Now, teenagers don’t have to wait until they are 30 or 40 to get these tools and strategies, they are available to them within Your Mailbox Is Full.

4. What makes you an expert in your field?

After going to Anthony Robbins seminars for 3 years, I began working for his product sales team and non-profit organization at all his events worldwide. I then began working for Mark Victor Hansen, the co-founder of Chicken Soup for the Soul Series, and learned even more about life-skills, writing a book, and supporting people in bringing possibility into their lives. I then read everything I could get my hands on from The Secret, to Jack Canfield, to Stephen Covey, to Eckart Tolle, among many others. I learned everything I possibly could about personal development and transformation such that I can now create transformation in others!

5. What type of people should read your book?

The book is designed for teenagers and young adults, but parents throughout the country are reading the book and loving every page! The contents of the book are limitless, this is the perfect book for anyone looking to take their lives to the next level, especially youth!

6. Are you on any social networks? Eg. Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn

Yes, on www.Twitter.com/JustinSachs or http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=511068642

7. Advice for Teens or Parents of Teens

Follow your passions and never give up on your dreams! If you have a goal, a vision, or a hope for the future, hold on to it, focus on it, and take action to make it happen! You’ll be amazed at how quickly your dreams will manifest themselves when energy is focused on them.

8. Favorite Quote

Every day, every week and every month, you must challenge yourself to continue to grow to new heights and to take your standards to higher and higher levels. ~ Justin Sachs

9. Favorite Theme Park

Walt Disney World of course!!!

10   How can we purchase your book? Learn more about you? Do you have a blog?

My book is available on my website: www.YourMailboxIsFullBook.com To learn more about my coaching services visit www.JustinSachsOnline.com and be sure to check out my new radio show at www.MotivationalMindsRadio.com

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Most people think a writer’s life is all glamor and fun. Well my friends, I’m here to tell you there are days that are just down and dirty. Oh, in retrospect they’re funny but at the time they make you wish you were a Wal-Mart greeter.

A few years back I had one of those days. I was doing a combination book signing/information-gathering trip, zigzagging from St. Augustine to Tampa then back via the East Coast. I had set six book signings promoting my current book, Last Step. Now Last Step has nothing to do with travel. It’s a mystery romance about a mother’s quest to find the truth behind her daughter’s drug related death. However, since, authors aren’t all rich from the sale of their books; I’m also a travel writer. I enjoy the excitement of new places and love passing that information on to my readers. This trip was going to provide more excitement than even I craved.

Normally, with travel writing, you get comp lodging, attractions and even meals.Book signing tours are different. If you’re with a small press or print on demand, you’re on your own.

This trip was a combination, I did get some lodgings and attractions comped in Lake Wales, St. Cloud, Sebring and Tampa. The rest of the time I was on my own so I decided to take my pick-up and slide in camper to save on expenses. Where I didn’t have comp lodging, I planned to boondock.  Besides selling books, and getting material for travel articles, I needed to locate interesting ghost stories for my new book, Finding Florida’s Phantoms.

Right from the beginning, the Florida book picked its own direction. I would hear about a place with a ghost. When I checked with local people I found no story there but learned of another story nearby. This created a lot of surprises but that was okay. In fact, most of these new places had never been written about so it was a “scoop” for my book.

By the tenth and last day of the trip I had experienced the usual ups and downs. I had spent nights in fabulous places like Saddlebrook Resort and Chalet Suzette I had discovered lots of ghost stories like the long dead former owner of the Hunter-Arms who still supervised the maids, and the spirit on the third floor of Kenilworth Lodge in Sebring. I had found lots of good magazine article material like the Plant City Strawberry Festival where I parked in the front yard of a lovely older couple who lived near the fairgrounds and rented parking spots. Have you ever tried to sleep in a camper with the sounds of the roller coaster and carousel just two blocks away? Still even though this wasn’t exactly free, it was boondocking as I had no hookups or facilities. What I did have was walking distance from my main destination at a fraction of the cost of an RV park. Lesson here, if you are attending a festival or event that draws a large crowd, don’t be afraid to approach people living on the fringes that may have a large lot or even a unused space in their driveway. They may be happy to get a few dollars extra for that space they aren’t using anyway. This is one of the safest places to be due to all the event traffic and the property owners nearby.

It was March 17, St Patrick’s Day, when I rolled into Melbourne. I had spent the night in a Wal-Mart lot in Vero Beach. I felt very safe as there were people coming and going all night. The lot was between a Wal-Mart and a Sam’s Club and I parked close to the Sam’s side because they were closed at night. So the traffic in the Wal-Mart lot was more comforting than disturbing.

Next morning I drove into Melbourne. I had time before my 3PM signing at Books-A-Million. After checking the known local haunts I began looking for new blood. There was an Irish festival downtown that was as good a place to start as any. I learned of a coffee shop on the beach that was reputedly haunted so I headed there. I ordered tea and a muffin at Murray’s. The china was chipped and the service was slow. The owner was cooking inside. Since the place was packed and they were two people short, she informed me briefly, “Some people claim to have seen things but I don’t believe it.”

I asked if I could come back after they closed, around four, and talk to her. She agreed. If I knew then what would befall me, I would have accepted her disbelief and left, never to return. But, of course, curiosity drew me back after the book signing.

I was in a good mood as I approached her parking lot. The signing had gone well and I was heading home as soon as I left here. I pulled into the lot and all that changed instantly. Crash – the edge of my camper top hit a slightly overhanging limb. I had safely entered this same driveway just hours ago but the overhanging oak limb had just enough hook that it got you if you pulled in close to the tree side of the driveway. I had and it did! It slammed the top driver’s side of my camper like a giant battering ram. The force of the blow threw the camper backward. It popped the safety chains like they were made of paper instead of heavy gauge steel. I jumped out and surveyed the damage. My camper sat almost completely off the truck with one corner smashed into the dirt and only a few inches of one front corner still on the truck.

I rushed to the restaurant door and frantically pounded. I could see the owner and another person inside but she wouldn’t answer the door. My husband later suggested she was afraid I wanted to sue. I was just seeking help or even consolation and a Coke while I decided what to do.

As I turned from the porch, three men who could have passed for Hell’s Angels approached me. “What happened?”

“I was just pulling in and knocked my camper off.” My need for help was stronger than my fear of their appearance. I need not have worried. They were more like regular angels; abet slightly tipsy angels, than anything else.

Donald, Scott and Beef spent the next three hours helping me right the camper and get it reattached to the truck. As my guardian angels had been strenuously celebrating St. Patty’s Day, I had the added burden of being careful no one got hurt in the process.

After attaching it as best they could, my helpers queried, “What brought you up here anyway?”

I replied I was a writer looking for ghost stories. That elicited boisterous laughter. Beef replied, “Ma’am, there ain’t no ghost here. It’s just Scary Sadie’s curse. A woman named Sadie lived here before it was a coffee shop. When she had to move, she cursed the place. It was Scary Sadie’s Curse what got you.”

Needless to say, I drove the ensuing 140 miles or so home that night praying no one stopped me with my one working taillight and my very insecurely fastened camper. I guess Scary Sadie had finished with me as I made it home with no more mishaps.

For those of you who worry about boondocking, this should let you know you may be in more danger from other things, seen and unseen, than muggers breaking into your camper. Still, exercise caution especially if you are a woman alone at night in your camper. Never open the door for a stranger. Keep a cell phone handy in case anyone tries to break in. And do beware of Scary Sadie.

Last day of the fam trip was Sunday. We made one stop en route to the airport. The Brown Vs Board National Historic Site. It’s housed in the old Monroe School building. Contrary to common belief this is the Black school not the white school the children  in the class action suit wanted to attend.

Monroe School

The museum was well laid out and really told the story well. One exhibit where you wlaked the guantlet of a narrow passage between film strips of chanting segragationists, large frantically barking dogs just barely restrained on leashes and crowds of news reporters, police, and just angry onlookers, comnveyed the terror the African-American children must have felt when they entered the  formerly all-white school for the first time.

The waiting at the airport in Kanbsas City was a nightmare. I had a late flight, 6PM, booked and was there by noon.  Once through security, there were no resturants or shops. There was free WI FI but it was very sluggish.

Finally back home, I wanted to sleep for a week but there were so  many things to catch up with.

Hope you have all enjoyed my trip vicariously. Do visit my www.americanroads.net next issue (Oct.) for some stories about this trip.

This morning started out great. After a generous continental breakfast at the Holiday Inn in Independence, we headed for Harrisonville. We arrived at an 1835 log cabin/museum maintained by the Harrisonville Historic Society. We enjoyed a short play preformed on that small log cabin porch. It portrayed the Younger family’s plight in pre-Civil War Missouri. The families were driven out of their homes by Jayhawkers under the infamous Order Eleven. This was a part of the Civil War drama I wasn’t very familiar with. I had always believed it started with Fort Sumter. After seeing Widow Younger and her three small children driven out and even forced to burn her own home and trek 60 miles into Kansas, I understand Quantrill’s Raiders better. Her son, Cole Younger, rode with Quantrill where he met the James brothers and later became a member of the James gang.

Our next stop was the Mahaffie Stagecoach and Farmhouse. We had lunch at the visitor’s center and then toured the 1865 farmhouse. Beatty and Lucinda were prosperous farmers but provided meals for the passengers on the coaches. We rode a stagecoach. Surprisingly comfortable, sampled some cornbread baked in a wood stove by costumed re-enactors.

We stopped at the site of the Battle of Black Jack, when out of the woods, who should appear but Old John Brown. Once he found out we were not pro-slavery, he spoke to us passionately about his cause. He took us through the battlefield and explained the events.  After, out of character, he explained how they foundation had come to own the field where this battle occurred. What they have accomplished since 2003, when they first acquired the property is remarkable. Their future plans for a nature park and renovation of the Pierson home is even more remarkable.

We drove by the Haskell Indian School where another type of freedom was involved: The freedom to maintain your own culture. Today the school is a thriving college where Native American students from many different tribes learn. Originally, it was a training school where young Indian children were taken from their parents and forced to accept an alien culture.

We toured Oak Hill Cemetery where so many of Kansas influential people are buried beginning with the victims of Quantrill’s massacre.

We stopped at Holiday Inn in Laurence long enough to register and then off to dinner at a unique venue, The Territorial Capital. A nice buffet was set up for us. The real fun was when we divided into pro-slavery and free-staters and participated in a play “Bleeding Kansas,” written by J.Howard Duncan . The characters who played a part in early Lecompton History addressed us, representing the settlers of Kansas, and we were instructed to cheer for “our side” and boo the “opposing side.”

Easy to do when it was just political views even if we didn’t agree with them. However, when “Mahala Doyle”  stood at the podium and spoke of how John Brown’s raiders

Had taken her husband and two sons from their home in the dead of night and brutally slaughtered them, no one on either side could boo. It was too poignant! Ironically, the Doyles were a family from a southern state but were not slave holders. “We only came here for the land!” the widow cried.

The Widow Doyle

Next an impassioned “John Brown” took the podium. He raved that to end the evil of slavery, blood needed to be shed. So much blood was shed in Kansas. How much was unnecessary? How much did it take to earn the sobriquet “Bleeding Kansas?”

We then toured Constitution Hall where the failed Lecompton

Constitution was drafted.

Last stop was the Eldridge Hotel in Lawrence for desert and wine. This hotel had been burned by pro-slavery advocates and rebuilt by James Eldridge.

Today, I’m going to paste my schedule in to show you what we are doing here.

Of the places we visited yesterday, the Arabia Museum impressed me the most. All of them were interesting and a vital part of history but the hands on do it ourselves attitude of, Dave, our guide and one of the owner of the museum, won top exhibit for me. He and his family actually excavated the steam ship Arabia, set up the museum and are still working the exhibits consisting of one of the largest catches of 19^th century materials ever excavated from one ship before. They did it all without any grants or funding and are flourishing today by doing all their own work. Hats off to the real American spirit.

Stature of a Buffalo Soldier

The second most interesting stop on our schedule was the Trails Museum. This museum had so much memorabilia tracing the history of America’s westward expansion over the Santa Fe, Oregon, California and Mormon Trails.

The Buffalo Soldier Museum on Fort Leavenworth and the Anderson House and the Battle of Lexington were also interesting.

Lunch was Painies and salad at Mama Mia’s. It was served in the garden and very appealing.

Dinner was at Ophelia’s and quite fancy and delicious.

Freedom’s Frontier National Heritage Area

Travel Media Showcase FAM Tour

Explore the pre‐Civil War and Civil War history, culture, and landscape within the Freedom’s Frontier

National Heritage Area, an area comprised of historic and cultural sites in eastern‐Kansas and western‐

Missouri. Visit sites and hear about the stories and people that contributed to our national and individual

freedoms and learn from various perspectives. Hear from historians why the Border War still resonates

today, 150 years later.

FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 5, 2008

9:00am Depart Westin Crown Center

9:00am – 10:00am Travel to Fort Leavenworth, KS

10:00am – 10:30am Buffalo Soldier Monument, Fort Leavenworth

Nearly sixteen months after the end of the Civil War, Congress authorized the

formation of the two regiments of cavalry composed of “colored” men. On September

21, 1866, the 10th Cavalry Regiment was activated at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas.

Under the competent leadership of Col. Benjamin Grierson, first Regimental

Commander of the 10th Cavalry Regiment, the regiment was trained, equipped and

began a long and proud history.

10:30am – 11:30am Brunch in Leavenworth, June’s Cafe

11:30am – 12:30pm Travel to Steamboat Arabia 40 miles, 1 hour

12:30pm – 1:30pm Steamboat Arabia ‐ 400 Grand Blvd. KC, MO

The Arabia Steamboat Museum is home to a true time capsule of frontier life in the

1800s. Museum showcases the recovered contents of the steamboat Arabia, which

sank in 1856 on the Missouri River.

1:30pm – 2:30pm Travel to Lexington, MO

2:45pm – 4:00pm Anderson House/Battle of Lexington

1861 Civil War battlefield featuring original entrenchments and the Anderson House

which changed hands during the battle.

4:00pm – 4:45pm Travel to Independence, MO

4:45pm Check‐in hotel, Holiday Inn Express, Independence, MO

6:00pm‐ 7:00pm National Frontier Trails Museum

The National Frontier Trails Museum is the only museum in the nation devoted to the

three great western routes: the Santa Fe, Oregon and California Trails. Located in

Independence, MO, the principal “jumping off” point for all three trails, the museum

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highlights the unique features of each trail and their dramatic impact on American

History.

7:00pm – 8:00pm Dinner ‐ Ophelia’s, Independence, MO

SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 6, 2008

8:00am – 8:45am Breakfast at Holiday Inn Express

9:00am – 9:45am Travel to Harrisonville, MO

10:00am – 11:00am Harrisonville

Tour 1835 cabin that survived the CW, furnished in CW era. Short 10‐15 minute play

Driving tour will include: Murals ‐ 1861 Jayhawkers raid on Harrisonville and 1863

Order #11 burning, Cole Younger, View Burnt District Monument

11:00am – 11:45am Travel to Olathe, KS

12:00pm – 2:00pm Lunch and tour Mahaffie Stagecoach Stop and Farm

Mahaffie Stagecoach Stop & Farm Historic Site is the only Santa Fe Trail stagecoach

stop that is open to the public. The farm was established in 1858 and the existing

home was built in 1865 and used as a stagecoach stop on the Santa Fe Trail. There

are three 19th century buildings as well as several 20th century and reconstructed

buildings.

2:00pm – 2:30pm Travel to Baldwin City, KS

2:30pm – 3:30pm Black Jack Battlefield and Santa Fe Trail Ruts

Learn the story of the Battle of Black Jack from re‐enactors or docents in period

dress; you may even be introduced to John Brown himself. You will hear of the

historic battle of 1856 while walking through the actual battlefield, the site of the June

2, 1856 battle between John Brown and the Free‐State militia and Pro‐Slavery militia of

Henry C. Pate. Brown called this action “the first regular battle fought between Free‐State

and Pro‐Slavery men in Kansas.”

3:30pm – 4:00pm Travel to Lawrence, KS

4:00pm – 4:30pm Haskell Indian Nations University, Oak Hill Cemetery, Quantrill’s Raid

William Allen White once called Oak Hill “The Kansas Arlington” due to the number

of influential people buried here. Built in 1865 to honor Quantrill’s Raid victims, this

rural‐design cemetery is the final resting place for many Raid victims, several

Territorial‐period legislators, abolitionists including James Lane and John Speer, poet

Langston Hughes’ grandparents, Dr. Forrest C. “Phog” Allen, the “father of basketball

coaching,” and others.

4:45pm – 5:30pm Check‐in Holiday Inn, Lawrence

5:30pm – 6:00pm Travel to Lecompton, KS

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6:00pm – 7:30pm Dinner and Lecompton Players

Tour Constitution Hall then enjoy dinner at Territorial Capital during Lecompton

Players performance.

James Henry Lane had a significant impact on Kansas history and is one of

Constitution Hall’s more colorful characters. He was part of a large antislavery

delegation that marched into Lecompton to protest the convening of the pro‐slavery

Lecompton Constitutional Convention in the fall of 1857. The nation’s eyes were

fixed on this site, waiting to see what kind of constitution would be drafted and

whether Kansas would join the Union as a free or slave state. Learn more about Lane

and the proslavery and free‐state forces in the area.

The Lecompton re‐ enactors portray Kansas Territorial characters such as John

Brown, Jim Lane, Charles Robinson, Clarina Nichols, Sara Robinson and Sen. David

Atchison. The play reveals the wide spectrum of personalities and opinions which

existed in Kansas Territory from 1854 to 1861.

7:30pm – 8:00pm Return to Lawrence, KS

8:00pm – 9:00pm Dessert and drinks at the Eldridge Hotel and stroll Downtown Lawrence

SUNDAY SEPTEMBER 7, 2008

8:00am – 9:00am Breakfast at hotel‐ at your leisure

9:00am – 9:30am Travel to Topeka

9:30am – 10:30am Brown v Board Historic Site

The Road to Justice The story of Brown v. Board of Education, which ended legal

segregation in public schools, is one of hope and courage. When the people agreed to

be plaintiffs in the case, they never knew they would change history. The people who

make up this story were ordinary people. They were teachers, secretaries, welders,

ministers and students who simply wanted to be treated equally.

10:30am – 12:00pm Travel to Kansas City International Airport

TMS goes barreling on. Meeting all morning beginning right after the 8 am breakfast with one morning break and then lunch.

John Percy from Niagara, NY Travel Board spoke  there and enjoyed it immensely. Wrote a piece partially based on my visit to Elmira, NY on the post trip and previous visits to Andersonville, GA. Elmira was the worst of the Confe3derate prison camps and Andersonville was the worst Union prison during the Civil War. Also wrote a piece about the night life in Niagara.

Joanne Vero, who is the founder and driving force behind TMS, awarded pins to those exhibitors who have been at 5 events. She spoke about how special next year will be. The 10^th TMS promises to be a treat for both exhibitors and journalists. Now the guesses are piling up as to where the event will be held. This is a tightly guarded secret that will be revealed at tonight’s closing dinner. I’ll end with that piece of news when it is announced tonight. But for now, I have to get back and finish up my appointments in a few minutes. I just have two more but have two blank spots in-between. Then up to the room to clean up and change for tonight’s big event.

I’m back down in the hall in front of the Chicago section of the Regency Ballroom by 7pm. TMS has provided us with a nice array of fresh veggies and dip. There is a cash bar for those who want drinks. I chat with different friends, and we all speculate about who will host the big 10 TMS.

Then at 7:30, Joanne and John Percy throw open the ballroom doors. We all rush in like a herd of lemmings headed for a cliff. The band on the podium to our left is playing “Sweet Home Alabama,” to the right, a large screen flashes scenes I am trying to recognize as belonging to one city. But which Alabama city is it? Joanne and all of the TMS staff are dancing with lots of energy. Joanne always has lots of energy. I have never seen the woman when she wasn’t in great spirits and bouncy. She is as bouncy as I have ever seen tonight.  Then as I come closer to the front, I see the placard in the middle next to the podium. It proclaims “TMS 2009 hosted by Montgomery, Alabama!”

That’s great! A surprise because they have already hosted one TMS.  I recall the last one hosted by Montgomery. It was in 2002. I enjoyed the ambiance of the city and got my first international article there. It was on a tour of the Hank Williams Museum where I met one of the original Drifting Cowboys, Lum York. I did an interview with him and sold it to London’s “Country Music People.”

The closing dinner

After the dinner of steak, shrimp, a really unique grits and Gouda cheese with all the trimmings, a few of us take a cab to the Jazz Museum. The curator had told us that on Thursday nights, the Blue Room, a KC shrine to jazz and a part of the museum, opens at night with different jazz bands. The band is good but we were hoping the curator, Louis, would be there playing his sax.

By 10:00, we are all pooped and ready to head for the hotel and pack and prepare for tomorrow’s post trips.