Cairo, Ay-Ro, Illinois!

1974 was a boon year for memorable, forgettable and cheesy movies of all stripes. The best of the best that I was allowed to see at the ripe old age of ten included "Benji," "The Great Gatsby" and "Young Frankenstein." For cheese look no further than "The Towering Inferno," "Earthquake" and "Airport 1975." "Claudine" came along as well, when "blaxploitation" films were entering their zenith; great music, horrible production values but as a 5th grader, who cared?

There were others but one movie for some unknown reason settled in to the back of my mind with the kind of romanticism and sense of adventure that only a child could appreciate. Having helped a friend get his early life in order, the young protagonist in "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" decided it was time to make his own mark in the world as he understood it and leave the restrictions of civilized society behind. He would soon discover that things were not as he had been raised to believe, with songs, runaways, derelicts, fights, escapes and a bit of cross-dressing thrown in for good measure.

Jeff East and Paul Winfield headlined as Huck Finn and Jim in this musical adaptation, respectively and while it was their developing friendship that stuck in my mind it was the song they sang that resonated: "Cairo," written by the Sherman brothers of "Mary Poppins" and "The Jungle Book" fame.

The chorus sang of how life was better in Cairo than anywhere else on that stretch of the river, especially for Jim the runaway slave. If he could get to Cairo he could try and make it up the Ohio River to the free state of Ohio and reunite with his family. As a runaway, however, he could end up captured and sent further down river to the deep South with no hope of freedom at all. Still, Cairo, pronounced KAY-ro, was the place to be and if the two friends were laughing and singing about the wondrous possibilities there, then I and my ten-year old self wanted to go, too, to "Cairo, Ay-Ro, Illinois!"

One lifetime later, I finally made it to Cairo, Illinois, former crown jewel in the region of Illinois still referred to as "Little Egypt," more rural Southern than Midwestern in mindset from the rest of the state and as rich in soil, marshland and fishing as the Nile Delta. I arrived three lifetimes after nearly everyone else had left town.

Sitting at the junction of the Ohio and Mississippi Rivers, Cairo reached a population of 20,000 in its 1900s heyday when rivers still edged out the train as the economic engine of the country. Today barely 3,300 people live in a town featuring whole sections of abandoned commercial districts. Welcome signs lean against half-used levees and the old "Gem" Theater, a major vaudeville venue of 700 seats turned movie theater like the rest of them closed for the last time in 1978. Unlike Point State Park in Pittsburgh there wasn't much of one just south of Cairo to feature where two of the greatest American rivers met. Two narrow, two-lane bridges, one over each river, a small parking lot and a sign proclaiming Fort Defiance, where Ulysses S. Grant marshaled his troops for the push to the South during the civil war pretty much covered it.

Two grand homes at the corner of Washington Avenue, the old "Millionaire's Row," and 28th Street stand pretty much as all that remains intact of what was an affluent way of life for the rich and powerful of the area. Filled with dusty "period" furniture and faded memories, the red Victorian "Magnolia Manor's" major moment was as the setting for Grant's retirement from the White House. Across the street, "Riverlore" was built by a riverboat captain with other varied interests in the area as well. These two stand guard over a tree-lined, divided promenade that was once festooned with such wedding cake finery when King Cotton and Ol' Man River ruled the region.

There are no major battlefields in the area to pull tourists off the highways; Cairo is on its own. Interstate #57 runs less than four miles away, the primary artery between Memphis and Chicago some 340 miles to the north. Interstate #24 is the double-whammy, running to the east as the beeline between Nashville and Chicago via Paducah, Kentucky, another riverboat town faring better because of the road and river both running right through it. Together these highways seal the fate in burying the importance of Cairo and other riverboat towns like it.

A forgotten musical and a dead industry. For Cairo, Ay-Ro, Huck Finn and a Union supply depot are just not enough.

Gotta go.

The Land and Love of Lincoln

There was a three week training seminar I had to attend in Chicago as part of my new position with my employer at the time. They offered to fly me up from my home in Dallas but I chose to drive instead so I would have transportation during my stay in the Windy City. There wouldn't, of course, be much time to play and explore but having never spent much time in the area before then I wanted to take advantage of any opportunity that came up. My plan was to take the weekend prior to training to drive through some parts of the country that I also had never had occasion to see, one of which was "Lincolnland" in and around Springfield, the capital of Illinois.

Images and memories of elementary school history and indoctrination came flooding in to my mind, the earliest recollections in hearing about this uber-President who would have been canonized by now if the United States had its own unique religion. Where Washington is the Father of the Country and Teddy Roosevelt the Personality of the Nation, Abraham Lincoln is the Savior of the Land. Some leaders may wish to preside over a war but most certainly never one on their own shores involving their own people. The drive to Chicago was a perfect time to see where the views and politics of this domestic hero were formed.

Except for state government, Springfield offers little to outsiders beyond the sights and attractions involving "#16," Mr. Lincoln. He was Kentucky-born but made his bones as a lawyer and aspiring statesman in Central Illinois at a time when news from around the world took days in getting to the hinterlands as the telegraph was still being tinkered with and even the Pony Express had yet to begin service. Within this national backdrop and smack in the center of town is the "Lincoln Neighborhood" wherein lie four blocks of preserved brick streets, wooden homes, boardwalks and offices of the kind that seem right out of Central Casting for any given Michael Landon television series.

Not far away is the Old State Capitol Building, known as "Lincoln's Capitol." It was the 5th built for the state and served during Lincoln's time in state government and the setting for his first confrontation with Stephen Douglas as well as the "House Divided" speech of 1858 over the course and cause of slavery in America.

After touring this building as well as viewing his law offices and private home it was time to head north for Chicago in time for my training seminar the next morning. On the way out of town, however, no visit to the area could be complete without a visit to President Lincoln's final resting place, a massive structure featuring a towering obelisk towards the center of Oak Ridge Cemetery. At the front is a massive copper bust of the slain president whose nose is rubbed to a shiny finish from those who visit the site and express their sentiments in this manner.

The crypt of the building is circular at the center of which is the large red marble marker under which Mr. Lincoln's remains are buried. In the walls surrounding him are three of his four sons and his wife, Mary Todd. Lincoln himself is roped off but I was not above standing at the cordon and lowering my head in several moments of silence, thanking a man I could not possibly have ever met for thinking far enough in to the future and ultimately giving his life over an issue and for a nation that today includes me.

Rest in hard earned but well deserved peace, Mr. President.

Gotta go.