Spud had suffered
through a tough week of work and decided to blow off a little steam
and unwind at a local Gentleman's Club. After a few wobbley pops he
decided to call one of the Club's 'talent', a young lass named Dorothy,
over for a private dance. The lovely dancer was wearing nothing but
a smile and a pair of 5 inch ruby stilettos.
Soon Rick James'
Superfreak belted out from the Club's sound system. Dorothy clutched
the potato in a passionate embrace and clicked her heels together...the
walls shook. Lights strobed in a chaotic dance through the muslin of
dry ice clouds...then everything went black. Sometime later the tater
awoke in the middle of a cornfield in Kansas.
The potato shook
his head, trying to clear the cobwebs and wonder what had occurred.
Dorothy was gone. The Superfreak had freaked out somewhere else. The
Club was replaced by cobs of corn as far as the eye could see. Curiously,
Spud noted an assemblance of yellow paving stones in the ground that
seems to lead into the field. The tater decided to follow the yellow
After winding over
hill and dale for some time, the side dish finally emerged at the town
of Liberty. There he was greeted by a young woman that looked eerily
similar to the lass at the Club. Reaching out her hand, she introduced
herself as Dorothy. The hair stood on edge on the back of Spud's neck...
Dorothy would prove
to be a wonderful hostess, welcoming Spud into her home and feeding
him a large helping of flap jacks. The gal told the tuber that her hometown
of Liberty was famous for its pancakes, and that the breakfast favourite
was celebrated each year in town with an official 'Pancake Day'.
Each year, Liberty
Kansas women would compete with one another in a flapjack flipping road
race in pursuit of a trophy and immortality in the Pancake Day Hall
of Fame. As Dorothy continued, Spud was convinced that this woman had
lost her mind. It was not until the two parted ways and the potato walked
around town himself that he came across the official Hall of Fame location.
It was clear that the Libertarians were starved for entertainment.
Having never been
to Kansas before, Spud thought he'd take advantage of seeing what other
sites the heartland state could offer.
his tour books, the tato was surprised to find that Kansas is the home
to The Cosmosphere,
quite possibly one of the finest museums on space in the world. The
105,000 square foot facility is one of only three museums to display
flown spacecraft from the Mercury, Gemini and Apollo missions. Needless
to say, being a space buff, he couldn't
pass up a visit. Perhaps he might also catch a ride back home on one
of their rockets...