By Scott Buckner
Part 1: Midnight Bus To Markham.
With Christmas Day now history, it was time to head back to southwest Missouri, where the winters are more hospitable for people who prefer polar vortexes to be some other poor sap’s misery. This time, departure from Greyhound’s stop ‘n’ drop (it’s not even a station; it’s a tiny storefront in a sorry-looking strip mall) in south suburban Markham was a more-reasonable 8:20 a.m., which meant daylight and the ability to see the countryside.
As it happens though, there are just some places you really don’t need to see in broad daylight, like south suburban neighborhoods where even a sorry-looking strip mall is probably doing the adjacent property values a favor.
Or, for that matter, the landscape of pretty much the entire length of Interstate 57.
Posted on February 8, 2016