It’s official: Everybody wants a piece of Lewis & Clark. Except me. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate what William Clark and Meriwether Lewis did. I even like the Sacagawea dollar. But Lewis & Clark don’t rank high with me, not when I’m in Missouri hot on the trail of bad border men like William Quantrill and Bloody Bill Anderson. And I’m certainly not going to buy the Lewis & Clark sarsaparilla that’s being hawked on a local radio station. Reckon I might as well ge
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