Show Me a Weekend, Part III

As quickly as it came, our time in Boonville had come to a close and we really hadn’t gotten the chance to explore the town where we slept for two days. We had driven through the downtown several times going back and forth from Fayette, but never stopped. From the north, the Missouri River bridge…

Show Me a Weekend, Part II

A decent night’s sleep, coffee and a bagel from the motel reception area got me going in the morning. Mom and Dad didn’t even have breakfast, but we made plans with Ginny to pick her up and go have brunch somewhere. It was close to 11:30 AM before we made it to her house, and…

Show Me a Weekend, Part I

After a setback caused by the onslaught of a viral infection I picked up from God knows where, coupled with a stiff neck that sent me to the chiropractor twice, we finally embarked for a weekend in central Missouri to visit a relative on my Dad’s side; the daughter-in-law of my grandfather’s brother Joe, whom…

There’s No Place Like Home

Kelly’s friend also named Kelly came over late before bedtime and entertained us with his rendition of a couple songs from local comedian-artist Tymba Wulff. He was headed over to a house party or something where this guy was singing, but it was just too late for me. He was a live wire himself and…

Late Night in Mizzou Territory

I’m sitting outside at a Christmas-lighted bar in the backyard of college students, drinking Belgian-style beer and listening to my iTunes. It’s nearly 1am, although the time change still hasn’t registered with me so I’m thinking it’s 2. Tomorrow I’ll be back in St. Marys but it’s been an interesting trip so far. I left…