As the scorching sun (it was over 100 degrees) started to set and dusk began to settle over the trees the faint sounds of the frogs and locusts crescended into a full-blown chorus. The darker it got the more visible the full moon became until it cast a silvery, shadowy glow over the lawn, softly outlining the backdrop of the forest. The singing of a lone, far-off whippoorwill blended into the harmonic soft sounds of the night. Perfect.
The above picture is my Dad at the gorgeous Wayside Inn Museum in El Dorado Springs, where my book signing and reception was held on Friday night. Mom isn't in the picture because she's in the back with the catering.
Below is the view from the front steps of the high school. Every single morning during my senior year I would watch for Jay to come walking up this sidewalk into the school.
McFadden Arena where I used to show my horses and compete in rodeos, named after Bert McFadden who was the voice of the sport throughout southwest Missouri and Eastern Kansas. His voice was so classic and while most of you are probably too young to remember this, he reminded me of Rex Allen, the voice of the early Disney nature movies. Bert and his lovely wife Lou dedicated their life to every aspect of youth agriculture. Sadly, Bert passed away last winter.
This is the Powderhorn Restaurant, where I ate two huge down-home southern meals! This is the best place in the universe to eat - I kid you not!! Their mashed potatoes and gravy put mine to shame and that's saying a lot as I am famous for mine.
If you ever find yourself on Highway 54 between Collins and El Dorado Springs, Missouri you MUST stop here. It's all good!
Way, way back, a looong time ago - even before I was born - it was called 'Jack's.' That's it - just 'Jack's.' A bar. Tavern. And it's where my parents met.