As you travel down the highway that they call I-70, there's a landmark near Columbus which you certainly will see. It's the Country Dinner Playhouse on the eastern edge of town, and it holds a different meaning for whichever way you're bound: If it passes on your left side as you cruise the interstate, only flatland farms and cities of the Midwest lie in wait. Should you see it on your right side, 'though, you've missed your chance to go anywhere but through the wilds of southeastern Ohio. Now, the Country Dinner Playhouse may not mean this much to you; you might stop there for some culture and a bite of supper, too. I myself have never been there, but I've heard from those who know, if you eat too much for supper then you sleep right through the show. As you make your journey eastward, the boundary is clear - no more Western Civ'lization once you've passed that last frontier. You must summon all your bravery to blaze a trail on through unfriendly hills and valleys where no modern man has gone. Once I got as far as Zanesville where I found a place to stay, made my meal among the natives, then pushed further on my way, looked at Cambridge and I panicked and I turned that car around, locked the doors and floored the pedal, Country-Dinner-Playhouse bound. Now, the Country Dinner Playhouse may not mean this much to you; you might stop there for a meal and a bite of culture too. I myself have never been there, but I've heard from those who know, if you eat too much for supper then you sleep right through the show.
|