While seeing the world’s largest catsup bottle up close (in the form of a water tower) is mildly entertaining, it doesn’t seem to matter once you’ve paid a visit to Henry’s Rabbit Ranch.
Upon entering the driveway at HRR, I couldn’t help but think we might not get out of there alive. Seriously. When we stepped out of the car and I heard that rusty overhead sign creaking in the wind, my heart skipped a beat. I truly felt like I was thrust into an episode of The Twilight Zone. All that changed upon spending some quality time with Rich Henry and Big Red. I’m not sure, but I think Brian may have been a little more weirded out than I was. Rich is a lovely, endearing guy. I could have easily spent another hour hanging out listening to him. However, St. Louis was waiting impatiently for us and I didn’t want to be rude.
