The first stop was Omaha. Little did I know that Omaha is actually a pretty cool city with an awesome historic restaurant and shopping district. We only stayed for a few hours but still managed to explore Mom and Pop stores, odd antique and collectables shops, and a fine art gallery.
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Can there be any more of a man's hangout than this cigar shop? They were even equipped with vintage barber chairs. The only thing missing are some thick, blood-dripping Omaha steaks on the grill. I was choking too badly on their smoke, so it was a quick "take a picture and run" stop on our way to dinner.
This collectibles consignment store sold painted rocks. I kid you not.
Funny thing is: when I was maybe 5 or 6 years old, I used to find rocks and dig up clay from the bottom of Lake Charlevoix. Once the clay shapes were dry and rocks were cleaned, I would paint and sell them door to door with my cousin. I think my best design was a lady bug. Strangers had a hard time saying no to such an adorable artist, entrepreneur, and salesman. I should have gotten into the pet market though, like this person. Meowww
Remember these raisin rock stars?
First thing Thursday morning, we hit the road for Denver. See you in Mile High City.