|Donna Ferrato's first view of domestic violence.|
|Everything in this picture is under water #soclear|
|Blues Springs flows into the Current River in Missouri|
|West Plains Farmer's Market|
|Yingdong Zheng and hubby|
She and her husband met on line. "I still remember seeing her at the airport in China when we met," he says. "She was wearing this blue dress, and she looked so beautiful. She still fits into it too."
Now her son from a previous marriage is in college, her mother is growing the bok choy in their garden and they just celebrated their tenth anniversary.
Saw another sign of the area on a T-shirt: "They can''t take these guns away." Girl was wearing it right over her bazookas.
|Outside the Goose|
For those of you who read this blog and have been complaining about too many pix and not enough writing, if you were present at the gala Entertainment last night, you will know why there are not more words this morning. In fact, be very proud that your correspondent even found a picture to post.
A fair number of people have suggested I import my friends to repopulate Thomasville, which seems to be losing faster than it's gaining. Don't all clamor for this place at once.
|One of the local watering holes, the Klepzig Mill, near Eminence, Mo.|
|Local fauna, at Rocky Falls, Mo.|
|I woke up when the house shook from the pounding.|
|Welding on another length of pipe.|
"Don't you go telling my wife!" joked Skip, the welder.
They call it a "drove pipe well" around here. I don't know what it would really be called other than a piece of pipe in the ground. Harley's machine pounded down one 8' length, then another until, 19' down, they hit the river level. The water came up about 6' in the pipe. This ayem Randy and I go to town to buy a new pump, a new pressure tank and fittings. Then he will install and I may be able to take an actual shower instead of a dribble. Still won't drink the water, though the next-door neighbors all do from the same type of well.
"You know what the only cash crop in the Ozarks is?" Randy asked me.
"No," I said.
|Just think, if my crape myrtle (left and right) had grown properly I wouldn't have been able to see all five police vehicles.|
|View from where I sit.|
"Fuck you, you know you're going to have to let me go in five minutes, I know my rights," shouted one man. So I knew that they had had run-ins with the law before.
The one with the big jailhouse muscles was taken away. The woman driver was taken away. The car was loaded on a truck and taken away. And somebody came to fetch the skinny ones home to Birch Tree. It was dark by then.
So you see, it isn't all white-on-black police action in Missouri. White meth addicts get the troops out in force too. Course the suspects are all still alive. . .
|The three suspects, handcuffed in front of Bear's house. Did no evil?|
|Waves in front of the Block island properties|
Sorry. I am not booking new people until after I find out which of the old ones are coming back. I will deal with that in November. In January there may be a few weeks left. Get with me then. With two houses, it's like putting together a puzzle, and my brain might seize up if I booked year round. One month is all I can take. January. Be there.