Cork is the floater. I don’t know the bird’s name.
The Road Home
A road might be beautiful. Or trashy. Or homely. But always, it’s the way home for somebody.
Erifnus Caitnop
So I set out to feel every crack in Missouri’s pavement. As with all stories – and symphonies and carnal acts – it was an uneven ride. Although a dozen friends and a handful of reporters rode with me on … Read More
I drove all the roads
The map called out the names; I traced the stories. Every fold in the Ozarks, every bend in the rivers, every drive down the main drag in 700 towns reminded me that even as my map sets the stage, it … Read More
A Chimney Sweep’s View of the Jacks Fork
Rarified air. Pristine water. The Jacks Fork welcomes Spring.
Chatol
A.B. Chance guest house in Centralia, built in 1940. Architectural style is Depression Modern.
Book Club Gives Valentine to Governor’s Mansion
On this day, next to the ancient fireplace where generations of Missourians warmed their feet, the Tuesday Club’s gift to the old mansion drew every admiring eye. Over many decades, the needlepoint art that stretched across the old wooden … Read More
Speech at Governor’s Mansion
I never thought I’d utter these words, as I turned to Cheryl: “What do I wear to a tea?” She dressed me, and offered one command: “Don’t slouch.” At the event I stood before five dozen attendees in the Governor’s … Read More