In search of the past, concluded

I had this week off from work, so I thought it would be a wonderful time to drive to Leon, Iowa and attempt to find my father. Tuesday morning I woke up early and started on my 8 hour, 460 mile trip. I hopped on Highway 41 south, then jumped on Highway 151 into Iowa. 151 to 30, 30 to I-80, I-80 to I-35, I-35 to 2. Basically to sum that up, south to south west, south west to west, west to south, repeat.

I arrived in Leon around 3:30 pm. found a motel. The town is roughly 1,500 for population. Surprisingly, though, they do not have a McDonalds. They do have a Dairy Queen. I drove past the address I had and there was no car in the driveway. Back to the motel for a few hours until hunger set in. Stop at this steakhouse a mile from the motel. Not a bad place at all. They are, however, a little over zealous by calling themselves Leon's oldest steakhouse. I have a problem with this because they've only been open for a year. If they had competition as a steak house, you wait at least 5 years before you start declaring yourself this and that.

The waitress and I started talking and the conversation turned to my father. She didn't know him, but helped me look in a phone book. The results were disappointing; he wasn't in the phone book. A little defeated, I returned to the motel for the night.

The next morning I filled up the car for the drive home and drove past the address once again. There was a car in the driveway, and anxiety kicked in big time.

Sorry, I have no desire to finish this at this time, processing new information.