Go west, Mr Henry!
At a 2013 séance, Horace Greeley spoke to Mr Henry: Go West, Mr Henry, go West. There is health in the country, and room away from our crowds of idlers and imbeciles. From September to December 2013, the Institute did a 14,000km USA road trip, zigzagging north to south from NYC to San Francisco.
No liberty for you!
The fraught relationship between chocolate and freedom. How an accidentally retained Snickers bar snookered Mr and Mrs Henry’s visit to the Statue of Liberty. New York City.
On the buses
Sightseeing buses are much maligned by tourists who don’t consider themselves tourists, but to get to know the lay of the land in American cities, they’re a must! New York City.
The Institute assumes wheels
Meet the Egg, short for Eggenschwilermobile, the Mr Henry Institute’s wheels and house for most of the duration of the trip. Interstate 95, New Jersey to Philadelphia and Washington DC.
Mrs Henry meets Norman Bates
Crossing the Mason-Dixon line means we’re in The South, meal portion control not on the agenda. North Carolina – Kitty Hawk, Cedar Island, Outer Banks.
There’s so much you can do with a peanut
A North Carolinian shopkeeper, gobsmacked that Austria is a peanut producer. Wilmington, North Carolina; Charleston, South Carolina; Savannah, Georgia. Salt peanuts, salt peanuts!!!!!!
God is your imaginary friend
Blue Ridge Parkway (Appalachians) from Cherokee, North Carolina, to Front Royal, Virginia, with a side trip to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. God is dead.
Follow that trolley car!
The Pilgrims are still fighting each other. After a dash north-eastfrom Virginia, we’re in Massachusetts: Boston, Plymouth and Provincetown.
Moonlight in Graniteville
The Board-of-Tourism invents the mythical New England moose. Also, a smart seagull in Bar Harbor and the Lake Ontario skunk. Graniteville, Vermont.
The Sir Isaac Brock Bisonburger
No free lunch at Niagara Falls but there is … free parking! Would you believe it? Chicago, Illinois, then moving west fetching up in a motel in Valentine, Nebraska. It’s getting cold.
The drive-through country
Mount Rushmore, South Dakota, Anasazi cliff dwellings in Manitou Springs, Colorado, and Fort Union, New Mexico. The Institute is zooming along, Egg holding up for now.
Holy mud
Faith healing by mud in Santa Fe, New Mexico. A church full of discarded crutches and sunnies. You too could walk again, see again, by going to this church only once.
The Extra-Terrestrial Highway
It’s in Nevada and you end up in a town called Tonopah if you start from the Colorado end. The Institute reaches California via Yosemite.
The night Mrs Henry didn’t break the bank at Caesar’s Palace
The Grand Canyon, Arizona, Las Vegas, Nevada, and a casino with a caravan park attached. It’s where the Egg became terminally ill.
Welcome to the Hotel San Francisco
California a patchwork quilt of energy fields? Thanksgiving in San Francisco, career begging hub of the USA, home of the upwardly moving homeless.
A farewell to Walmarts
Walmarts kept us alive. Long live Walmart! But raise the hourly wage, OK? Hawaii on the way home. Pre-boarding, whatever that is, NOW! Vale, The Egg.
