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 Patriot Guard Riders Mission Statement

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 The Patriot Guard Riders is a diverse amalgamation of riders from across the nation. We have one thing in common besides motorcycles. We have an unwavering respect for those who risk their very lives for America’s freedom and security. If you share this respect, please join us.

   We don’t care what you ride, what your political views are, or whether you’re a "hawk" or a "dove". It is not a requirement that you be a veteran. It doesn't matter where you’re from or what your income is.  You don’t even have to ride. The only prerequisite is Respect.

   Our main mission is to attend the funeral services of fallen American heroes as invited guests of the family. Each mission we undertake has two basic objectives.

1. Show our sincere respect for our fallen heroes, their families, and their communities.

2. Shield the mourning family and friends from interruptions created by any protestor or group of protestors.

   We accomplish the latter through strictly legal and non-violent means.

Folks, this is not just important…

It’s what we do!

Join Us!

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Stars & Stripes Museum

 
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To those in military service and to our veterans, The Stars and Stripes represents much more than our American flag.  They recognize it as the newspaper that serves as a medium between soldiers and their families, as well as a reporter of news. 

Over the last 139 years, millions of copies of The Stars and Stripes have been distributed throughout the world.  And, it all began during the Civil War in the town of Bloomfield, located in southeast Missouri.

It was here on November 9, 1861 that ten Illinois Union soldiers, using the vacated press of The Bloomfield Herald, published the first "Stars and Stripes" which they named after the American flag.  One of the original copies of that 1861 paper is now owned by the Stoddard County Historical Society and to be put on loan with the museum.

The Stars and Stripes flourished during each of the five major wars this country has fought.

General John J. Pershing

General John J. Pershing, a fellow Missourian, recognized the value of The Stars and Stripes during World War I, as a great morale builder.


During World War II, General George C. Marshall referred to The Stars and Stripes "as a symbol of the things we are fighting to preserve...free thought and free expression of a free people".

Many famous people have been connected with The Stars and Stripes:  Cartoonist Bill Mauldin; Andy Rooney and Steve Kroft of "Sixty Minutes" were former Striper's as was Harold K. Ross, founder of the New Yorker magazine.  Grantland Rice, Ernie Pyle and other war correspondents have also contributed to the newspaper.

Several former S & S staff members and various war veterans have donated personal letters, unpublished behind-the-scenes reports, back issues of The Stars and Stripes and other interesting war-related items to be displayed or filed as reference material.

All this history will be preserved.   A Stars and Stripes Museum/Library with climate-controlled storage, handicapped accessibility, display and meeting rooms will be invaluable for research.  The facility serves historians, students and writers, as well as the general public.

Motorcycle Safety


  • Get trained and licensed. Research has shown that more than 90 percent of all riders involved in crashes were either self-taught or taught by friends.
  • Ride sober. Alcohol is a factor in almost half of all single-vehicle motorcycle crashes. Prescription and over-the-counter drugs can diminish visual capabilities and affect judgement.
  • Ride responsibly: Wear protective gear, including a helmet, eye protection, jacket, full-fingered gloves, long pants and over-the-ankle boots. Keep the bike well maintained. Maintain proper lane positioning to further increase visibility to motorists, keep a "space cushion" between the bike and other traffic and obey speed limits.
    Source: Motorcycle Safety Foundation
    Motorist safety
  • Be aware of the blind spot. Motorcycles can often fit completely in the driver's "blind spot," the area of vision behind the rear pillar of most cars. Signal before changing lanes and check again before making the maneuver.
  • Wet roads and adverse weather have a greater affect on motorcyclists. Always keep plenty of distance (at least four seconds at higher speeds) if following a motorcycle, more in bad weather.
  • When approaching a motorcycle from the rear or passing another vehicle with a biker in the oncoming lane, it can be difficult to gauge the speed of motorcycles because they take up less of a vision field, which makes depth perception more challenging.
  • Look for road hazards. A significant portion of motorcycle accidents involve swerving suddenly to avoid hazards. If there is a large pothole, a rough train-track crossing or an area with water puddles, anticipate that the rider might take evasive action.
  • Give motorcyclists a full lane for travel and don't pass bikers with a minimal amount of space because the force of the buffeted wind could cause a rider to lose control. Motorcyclists also might choose to ride near one side of a lane to maximize the view of the lane ahead.

    Source:
    www.TheCarConnection.com
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    Otis Redding - man, could he sing!

    Friday, 11 December 2009 7:04 A GMT-06

     The legacy of Otis Redding

    Round Oak, Georgia (CNN) -- Otis Redding was proud to be a country boy.

    "You know what, Otis? You're country," lashes Carla Thomas in her 1967 duet with Redding, "Tramp."

    "That's all right," Redding quickly responds.

    "You're straight from the Georgia woods."

    "That's good," Redding says.

    He meant it.

    He was born in Dawson, in southwest Georgia, and raised in the central Georgia city of Macon.

    But it was on his 300-acre Big O Ranch in this town, about 25 miles north of Macon, that he was most at home. He raised cattle and rode horses and worked in his barn, and he played with his children and welcomed others to his residence.

    "He always wanted a ranch," says his widow, Zelma, recalling the "freedom I could see him have when he came home off the road." They bought the place in 1965 and moved in the next year.

    But he was sharp, Otis Redding. He had to be. Black men didn't own 300-acre ranches in mid-'60s Georgia; Zelma Redding, who has since grown the property to almost 500 acres, remembers having to acquire some of the land quietly -- and some landowners refused to sell, though by 1965 Otis Redding was one of the biggest names in R&B.

    He was also a businessman, sometimes flashy. In "Tramp" he reels off a list of cars, and his publicity claimed 200 suits and 400 pairs of shoes, according to Peter Guralnick's indispensable history "Sweet Soul Music." But more often he was painstaking. He wrote for others, developed talent with manager Phil Walden and pulled down thousands in concert fees.

    A "natural prince," Atlantic Records producer and creative force Jerry Wexler called him.

    And, man, could he sing.

    "Redding was a marvel," wrote rock critic Dave Marsh, "one of the great live showmen ... a masterful ballad singer and a true rocker in the spirit of his boyhood hero, Little Richard."

    It was that way from the beginning. At 17, he was winning talent shows at Macon's Douglass Theater, where he met 15-year-old Zelma with a "Hey, baby" ("He was a little out of line," she recalls with a smile). By the next year, he'd gained a manager in Walden, a college kid who would use Redding as the foundation to build a Southern R&B and rock empire.

    As Guralnick recounts, Redding woodshedded with Little Richard's old band, the Upsetters, then guitarist Johnny Jenkins and his Pinetoppers, using some time during a Jenkins recording session at Stax Records in Memphis, Tennessee, to lay down "These Arms of Mine." It became his first hit in 1963.

    "Pain in My Heart" became his first R&B No. 1 later that year, and from then on Otis Redding was a sensation. Soon backed by the Stax house band, Booker T. and the MGs, his voice had the fervor of church and the yearning of a romantic; Marsh describes "I've Been Loving You Too Long (to Stop Now)" as "the ultimate slow dance. ... [Redding sounds] as if in the grip of an undeniably exquisite passion that must be consummated -- now!"

    The road was a constant -- Redding co-wrote "I've Been Loving You Too Long" in a Buffalo, New York, hotel room -- but once he had his ranch he became more of a homebody, Zelma Redding recalls.

    Once Otis was offered a concert in Detroit, Michigan, with Smokey Robinson and the Miracles. The promoter was offering $10,000. "He said, 'I ain't goin'," she says. He was home and had just gone hunting. "It was the first time I saw him flat refuse."

    Nineteen-sixty-seven had become Redding's biggest year. "Tramp" and "Knock on Wood," both duets with Thomas, hit the Top 40; in June, Aretha Franklin took the Redding-penned "Respect" to No. 1.

    That same month Redding was a sensation at the Monterey Pop Festival in northern California, breaking through to what he called "the love crowd." In August he hosted a huge barbecue for 300 industry guests at the ranch, where people cavorted in its pond and sampled pork and beef.

    "We had our own Woodstock," recalls Zelma Redding.

    He was ready to try new things. Among them was a song he'd written with MGs guitarist Steve Cropper in California, "(Sittin' on) The Dock of the Bay," a departure from his previous work. He recorded it in two sessions, the latter December 8, 1967.

    Two days later, 42 years ago Thursday, he died when his chartered plane crashed into Lake Monona near Madison, Wisconsin. He was 26.

    "I called the pilot's wife," Zelma remembers. "She said, 'Otis is gone and Dick is, too.' "

    The ranch offers testament to his glory. There are plaques for his best-selling songs. Grammy Awards. Gold records. A trophy for his induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. A U.S. postage stamp bearing his portrait.

    His songs -- "Dock of the Bay," "Respect," "Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa (Sad Song)," "Mr. Pitiful" -- have been much-covered, his style influential, his talent undeniable. But Zelma Redding remembers the man, someone who welcomed busloads of kids to his property, who "never saw race," who "believed in life," who "loved people."

    "I loved Otis Redding," she says. "That's the key reason for keeping the legacy alive. The music is first to some, but it's not the first thing to me."

    Category: A Good Life

    The Moving Wall

    Monday, 12 October 2009 1:27 P GMT-06

    A moving experience

    Visiting memorial brings home cost of Vietnam: 58,228 lives

    Joliet Herald News

    Downers Grove, IL - - When the Moving Wall, the traveling, half-size replica of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C., came to Downers Grove last week, the emotional impact was immense.

    Veterans arrived in wheelchairs and with walkers to run their fingers along the wall and find the names of their fallen friends. With tears streaming down their faces, people took rubbings of the names of loved ones. School children stared in awe at the vast expanse of names. Some of them carried letters or souvenirs. One man walked the length of the wall -- roughly equal to a football field -- and read silently from the roster of 58,228 names.

    "Probably the hardest were the mothers whose sons' names were on the wall," said Woody Kawaters, commander of Downers Grove American Legion Post 80, which sponsored the event. "There were a sufficient number of them that I'll dream about it. We'll never know what those 58,228 people could have done for society."

    The Moving Wall was created in 1984 by a man who attended the dedication of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington in 1982. Struck by the powerful presence of the wall, John Devitt felt compelled to make it accessible to people not able or willing to travel to Washington.

    The Moving Wall, like the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, lists the names of the 58,228 Americans who died in the war. It is one of two moving walls that tour the country.

    The Moving Wall was warmly welcomed by the members of the community, starting with an escort into town by area fire departments, police and veteran bikers. Musical groups performed throughout the course of its stay, Oct. 1-5. The state commander of the American Legion as well as Vietnam veterans spoke.

    The wall was never left alone throughout its stay, guarded around the clock by volunteers. Kawaters said there was a constant flow of visitors to the wall.

    One of the chief reasons for bringing the Moving Wall to the area was the hope of providing closure.

    "I was surprised by how many people haven't been able to go to Washington to see the wall," Kawaters said. "This is a good way for them to see the wall and hopefully find some peace."

    The wall also helps educate people about the Vietnam War, said Kawaters who was pleased by the large turnout from schools.

    "When people talk about war, they talk about dollars and cents," he said. "Those names on the wall are the real cost of the war. We try to bring that home to the schools that come over."

    During the wall's presence in Downers Grove, the American Legion opened its library as a museum featuring memorabilia from the Vietnam War.

    "The school kids got to see it," Kawaters said. "One gentleman brought in four drawings. He was a platoon officer and someone in his platoon was an artist who did charcoal sketches of four of their guys. Two of their names are on the wall."

    Kawaters said an additional objective of bringing the wall to Downers Grove was to serve as a reminder of the great sacrifice of the people whose names are on the wall. Lt. Philip Lazzara of the Downers Grove Fire Department said he has made a ritual of reading each of the names on the wall during his visits to Washington, D.C., as well as to sites hosting the Moving Wall.

    "Those people who are on the wall were sons and daughters and fathers and grandfathers and husbands and wives," he said. "I guess that's why I read all of their names. I want them to know that they're not forgotten. I want them to know that someone, somewhere in the U.S., is recognizing them for their sacrifice. I want them to know that someone out there is saying their name."

    Kawaters is proud of the way the community embraced the presence of the wall. More than 250 people donated a total of $10,000 to sponsor the wall, he said, and countless volunteers helped throughout the wall's stay in Downers.

    "I expected to get some crusty old vets who would donate a couple of bucks but I never expected the support that we got," he said. "I'm going to be writing thank you notes for the next three months."

    Lazzara said he hopes people left the wall mindful of the greatness of America and the sacrifices made to ensure our continued freedom.

    "We live in the greatest country ever," he said.

    Twilight Zone Turns 50

    Friday, 2 October 2009 5:52 A GMT-06
    Celebrating the Vision of Rod Serling

    Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo… “You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead – your next stop, the Twilight Zone!”

    I’ll admit it, I’m in the “Zone” this week. Tomorrow marks the 50th anniversary of the airing of the first episode of the classic sci-fi show, and amid a 15-episode marathon on the SyFy Network and celebrations in Binghamton, New York — series creator Rod Serling’s hometown, and where he taught at Ithaca College — comes a bit of casting news that reminds us Hollywood is still fascinated with the imaginative, larger than life stories Serling loved.

    Yesterday I saw an item in “Variety” that Hugh Jackman is in talks to star in “Real Steel,” set in a world where robots have replaced human boxers. Hmmm, I thought. That sounds suspicously like the “Twilight Zone” episode “Steel,” set in the far- flung “future” of 1974 (hah!), where, you guessed it, robot boxers have replaced humans. The late great Lee Marvin plays a down-on-his-luck former boxer who’s now “managing” an android pugilist. When the robot breaks down, Marvin puts on his mask, takes his place in the ring and fights the good fight. He loses, of course, but makes enough money to repair his robot.

    My first thought was the film producers should call it “Real Steal,” because they totally ripped that off! As Serling would say, “File this under P for plagiarism, or L for lawsuit.” Then I saw the fine print in the article: “Real Steel” is based on the same Richard Matheson short story as the “Zone” episode.

    For me, the best part of “Steel” was the closing narration by Serling: “Portrait of a losing side, proof positive that you can’t outpunch machinery. Proof also of something else: that no matter what the future brings, man’s capacity to rise to the occasion will remain unaltered. His potential for tenacity and optimism continues, as always, to outfight, outpoint and outlive any and all changes made by his society, for which three cheers and a unanimous decision… rendered from the Twlight Zone.”

    And that’s one of the things I love about the show. Yes, the twist endings and the diversity of the settings (from the American Civil War to outer space) are superb. But I love those often poetic, fiercely brilliant last thoughts by Serling at the end of the episodes. He was good at celebrating humanity at its best, but even better when he took it to task for its bigotry, selfishness, and greed. Lord knows he’d have his hands full writing about the stupidity and superficiality that exists in our own time. What do YOU think? What would Serling have made of the world we find ourselves in?

    But before I go, submitted for your approval, three top examples from the man who knew how to “close”:

    “The Monsters are Due on Maple Street”: “ The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices. To be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicion can destroy, and the frightened, thoughtless search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own: for the children, and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is that these things can not be confined to the Twilight Zone.”

    “Deaths-Head Revisited”:  ”All the Dachaus must remain standing. The Dachaus, the Belsens, the Buchenwalds, the Auschwitzes — all of them. They must remain standing because they are a monument to a moment in time when some men decided to turn the Earth into a graveyard. Into it they shoveled all of their reason, their logic, their knowledge, but worst of all, their conscience. And the moment we forget this, the moment we cease to be haunted by its remembrance, then we become the gravediggers. Something to dwell on and to remember, not only in the Twilight Zone but wherever men walk God’s Earth. “

    “Walking Distance”: “Martin Sloan, age thirty-six, vice-president in charge of media. Successful in most things but not in the one effort that all men try at some time in their lives—trying to go home again. And also like all men perhaps there’ll be an occasion, maybe a summer night sometime, when he’ll look up from what he’s doing and listen to the distant music of a calliope, and hear the voices and the laughter of the people and the places of his past. And perhaps across his mind there’ll flit a little errant wish, that a man might not have to become old, never outgrow the parks and the merry-go-rounds of his youth. And he’ll smile then too because he’ll know it is just an errant wish, some wisp of memory not too important really, some laughing ghosts that cross a man’s mind, that are a part of the Twilight Zone.”

    Category: A Good Life

    Missouri Law Helps Biker Stop Light Dilemma

    Tuesday, 18 August 2009 8:57 A GMT-06
    Running a Red Light... Legally?

    Reported by: Emily Baucum
    ozarksfirst.com

    (Springfield, MO) -- We've all sat at red lights that seem to last forever.  Some of us have even thought about cruising through them.
            
    But by the end of the month, it will be legal for some people to run red lights.  However, the new law only applies to people who ride motorcycles and bicycles.
            
    Those vehicles don't weigh enough to trip the traffic sensors that change the lights.  Bikers hope this new law speeds up their lives.

    Sam Johnson, a motorcycle driver, says "I've sat at red lights on a motorcycle before for 10, 15 minutes."

    He's tried using gravity to trip the sensors.

    "I'll pull my front brake real hard coming in just so maybe a little extra weight will be pushed down," explains Johnson.

    But the red light still won't budge forcing him and other bikers to think about breaking the law.

    "It's a dilemma. You don't know what to do. Do you run the light? Do you just sit there? Do you take a right-hand turn?" asks C.J. Crankshaw, a motorcycle driver.

    Another biker, Jeff Harvill, adds, "If the police are behind me, is somebody pulling out in front of me."

    So the guys are thrilled to hear they'll soon be able to blaze through those red lights.

    "If people are responsible with it and not just use it as an excuse to run red lights," adds Johnson.

    But bikers won't be able to run just any red light. They can only do so if they've been sitting at that light for an unreasonable amount of time.

    "They're not going to go through an intersection unless it's safe," says Crankshaw.

    Still, the question lingers of how long should bikers wait before running a red?

    "If there's traffic, an unreasonable amount of time would probably be like five to 10 minutes," says Johnson.

    Harvill says, "Over ten minutes."

    And if the coast is clear?

    "An unreasonable amount of time would be two minutes or three minutes," answers Johnson.

    Crankshaw hopes the law will prevent accidents.

    He says, "I think a lot of motorcycle guys get hit from behind when they're sitting dead stopped at a light because when most people take their brakes off, we hardly have any lighting. We're vulnerable."

    Missouri will be the eighth state to have such a law.
       
    As for enforcing this law, the Springfield police department says officers will have to sit down, review how other states determine what an unreasonable amount of time is.  Then it will come up with a policy that can be enforced on our roads.

    The new law goes into effect on August 28.

    Getting Your Kicks - On Route 66

    Tuesday, 18 August 2009 8:44 A GMT-06
    HOG HEAVEN

    By ALEXANDER BASEK
    New York Post

    Miami OK - - THERE it hung: Steve McQueen's dirt bike, attached to the ceiling, caught in mid-jump.

    Chris Martin, of the Vintage Iron Motorcycle Museum, was telling the tale of how Thomas Crowne's pride and joy ended up on Main Street in Miami, Oklahoma. It started the way many stories do, at an auction in Las Vegas.

    "It was either this or the Vincent Black Shadow," he explained. "We're just lucky that Angelina Jolie didn't outbid us on this one."

    Indeed, that little nugget of information is inscribed on the plaque in front of the bike's display.

    We reflected for a moment in silence -- as men do in the presence of machines -- before Martin made another movie reference.

    "You ever see that movie 'Cars?' That's really what it looks like here in Oklahoma. Ugly and flat as heck."

    Like the town in "Cars," Miami was a stopover on Route 66 that lost business when a highway was built nearby -- in this case, Interstate 44; a highway that connects St. Louis, Missouri with somewhere inconsequential in Texas.

    What traffic there is here today comes from tourist gearheads and bikers plying the plying the iconic route, or what's left of it. Hence, the placement of a vintage motorcycle museum on Miami's main street.

    Oh, and in case you're wondering, it's pronounced my-am-uh.

    Many of the car and bike aficionados come for the Ribbon Road, a stretch of the original Route 66 preserved just as it was in the 1920s. In this case, "as it was" is a single-lane wide -- that's a single lane for two-way traffic to share. The constructors thought that they could get twice as much road if they built it at half the width.

    The shoulders are made of gravel and it's rutted from overuse, but it is indeed an original 13-mile stretch of the Mother Road, never widened from the original incarnation. Not that you can always tell you're driving on hallowed ground. Amanda Davis, Miami's Convention and Visitors Bureau Director, told me that marking the road is no easy task.

    "Every time we put up a 'Route 66' sign," she says, "someone drives off with it."

    Miami's stretch of Route 66 excepted, the roads in this part of Oklahoma are arrow straight -- deceptively so. I learned the hard way after catching the attention of the Oklahoma State Patrol on the Cherokee Turnpike, driving towards Tulsa.

    But the highways here don't just provide revenue for the state. (Thanks for letting me off with just a warning, officer.) They also serve as a feeder, bringing gamblers to Miami's Native American casinos, one of the area's big economic engines. The county is home to nine tribes, many with their own casinos.

    I met John Froman, the chief of the Peoria tribe, at their Buffalo Run complex; we shared crab cakes with his wife and daughter at the Coleman House, the casino's restaurant. Proceeds fund scholarships and other projects for the tribe's members.

    Just short of the turn for Buffalo Run is another one of Oklahoma's long, straight roads. It's a narrow country lane, one that gets mighty dark when the sun comes down. And, on Saturday night when I was in Miami, it led to the annual Peoria Pow-Wow, marked by nothing more than a handmade sign. Money from the casino helps support events like this pow-wow, now in its twelfth year.

    Spread out over the course of the weekend, the focus of the pow-wow was a dance competition. Part fashion show, part physical challenge, competitors of all ages (and tribes -- there are no full-blooded Peoria left) danced and paraded their traditional costumes in the stifling heat.

    The costumes were a mesmerizing combination of the old-fashioned and the homespun: feathers and fringe, yes, but with traffic-cone orange or fuchsia trim. The dancing, especially from teenagers, wasn't different from what you'd see near the front of the stage at a rock concert -- more joyous and liberated than you'd expect teens to be at a family event.

    Onlookers cheered on the dancers while wolfing down fry bread and Indian tacos (that's fry bread topped with, you guessed it, taco fixings). A loquacious emcee rattled off announcements all night long, including a ceremony towards the end of the evening thanking everyone who organized the event and presenting them with a blanket or another gift. There was even a competition for "tiny-tot" dancers, kids who were all declared winners at the end of their routines and rewarded with handfuls of candy.

    A DYING BREED

    A few decades ago, Waylan's Ku-Ku Burger was one of many in a fast-food chain, targeting college towns throughout middle America. Today, the Miami location is the only one left.

    The product is reminiscent of fast-food burgers from decades back; thin, juicy patties (in Oklahoma, one expects proper beef) that have sustained drivers on the road for generations. The Ku-Ku maintains a joyously anachronistic feel, from the neon sign out front to the food cooked to order and barely higher in price than when Gene Waylan took over in the '70s.

    Also old-fashioned: Waylan's hands-on stewardship of the place. He's always there, overseeing the cooking while greeting locals and visitors alike. Even at 10 a.m. on a Sunday, he was there to hand me my cheeseburger.

    Driving out of town and watching people exit the Interstate, I couldn't help but think how the invention of the internal-combustion engine has been a mixed bag for a place like Miami.

    Route 66 gave the town its first boom, and now supplies enough interest from tourists to support projects like the Coleman Theater, an Art Deco palace from 1929 restored by volunteers. They've even got the original Wurlitzer organ and pipes, sourced from an organ collector in Texas. Yet, the Interstate obviates the need to stop here, unless you've got a mind to do so. The switch from Route 66 to I-44 is the difference between passing through Miami and simply passing it by.

    It's easy to look at towns and say they're not like the rest of the state -- or the country -- and that's what makes them special. Miami, though, captures all these little pieces of America and Oklahoma in one place. Heck, right by the Ribbon Road you'll find Mickey Mantle's childhood house, a shotgun home with a barn where he practiced throwing. Who's more American than the Mick?

    Here, the Native American tribes function much as a Kiwanis Club would elsewhere. Their casinos bring tourist dollars, yes, but some of that profit comes back to Miami itself. The Peoria, for example, sponsored the renovation of a block of seats at the Coleman. It's small-town life, just like anywhere else.

    Miami's charm comes from being of America. It's so thoroughly rooted in our culture, though, that it blends in -- making it all too easy to keep driving.

    That would be a mistake. Next time, take the exit and pull in for a burger at the Ku-Ku. All roads don't lead to Miami anymore, and we're not necessarily better off for it.