Driving west we hit the twistiest roads of all. We muscled through Ozark County along stomach-flipping slalom courses that make pretzels look straight, through tight curves where Erifnus could see her own back bumper. Headed toward Branson we hit the … Read More
Back Door Branson
It bothered him like a gnat, the red dot on his chest. He knew it wasn’t a rash because the dot danced in a tight circle on the outside of his grimy wife-beater undershirt. He tried a few times to … Read More
Shaken, Not Stirred
The Undercliff Grill & Bar is cool and inviting, in its campy cave chic. The locals keep coming back for the food. I know why. The French onion soup comes protected by a helmet of Gruyère cheese that could stand … Read More