Rafting the Mississippi

  It isn’t a big raft. In terms of cubits, it’s a two-by-four. But it has a big back yard, a mile wide and 1800 miles long. And it became the summer palace for a big thinker who has no … Read More

A Root Beer Toast to Huck’s Home

I took solace up the hill where a giant water tower-sized root beer mug hovers over the Mark Twain Dinette. They serve giant tenderloins, too, and root beer floats, and Maid-Rite burgers and plenty of photos of the dinette’s namesake, … Read More

Mount Hopmore

The back entrance to Waynesville is guarded by Fort Leonard Wood. But the sentry along the east approach is the world’s greatest frog, if size means anything. Sure, to most observers it looks like a giant rock outcropping, but to … Read More

My favorite backyard fireworks

They don’t seek loud noises, but then again, they don’t seem to mind. They produce a show as good as any riverfront fireworks extravaganza, with the colors of a garden rainbow. Long past fireworks season, they point their colorful fingers … Read More

Life Cycles

She had a good run, this old tree, harboring ten thousand birds and squirrels. Now she’s barren, seems to clutch the sky in despair. But stop. And listen. She’s alive with the staccato sounds of woodpeckers  who have rented her … Read More

Listen closely

Vintage 1913 round barn just northeast of Kirksville now resonates to the blues. Somewhere Robert Johnson is smiling.

Driving Wild

Cresting a hill we began our descent, curving and swerving downhill, face to face with vistas through the tall pines and hardwoods. Along this highway at the tips of its gravel spines, springs and waterfalls push to form their own … Read More

Cuisine Along the Katy

Fresh cut flowers sprout from vases atop linen tablecloths. Real silver serves up the best fare this side of the Savoy. The attention to detail befits royalty.  In movies, mysteries and memories, the railroad dining car is the centerpiece to … Read More

River Art

Sycamores mostly, some a hundred years old, peeled off the banks and sent like torpedoes downriver to collect together as Mother Nature’s art.