We popped into St. Joseph as sort of a whistle-stop in the journey, but it was a cute little down.  We essentially ran parallel to the interstate through town, which took us about 30 minutes, all told.  Although admittedly, we did stop for gas at one point, and the boy's gaze was briefly entertained by a young lady in the convenience store portion of the gas station, with her older co-worker, buying off-brand Starbucks-like coffee for their chiropractic office two doors down.

The arrival to town was largely without fanfare - they didn't throw me a parade or anything	Jesse James' home.  We didn't go in, though -- the cheap-skate saw there was an admission fee.	Even the post office is cute - all made of brick and such.