It was a last minute and very fluid situation when our son determined to make a job-related move to Denver. He flew and asked us to drive his car. Since the moving van was delayed a bit, we took three days rather than the two we’d originally thought. We spent the second night in Dodge City, Kansas where I got to visit the Old West Museum, remembering how my family used to watch “Gunsmoke” as a boy.

Then I persuaded my wife that we ought to stop a few minutes in Garden City—about an hour away, but in route—to pay respects to the Clutters.