My Road

Taking a walk all on my own on a weekday morning on a Midwestern two-lane highway, near the neighbor's horse farm, I have never felt so privileged. I have the world's best life. This is Highway F, which in a half a mile becomes Lynch Road.

Doc Sargent, Who Were You?

Doc Sargent Road is one of my all-time-favorite walking roads, a two-lane asphalt, about a mile and a half, that in summer is closely grown up with trees and grass and honeysuckle, and at certain points hemmed in by rock faces. Beautiful horse farm along it; also a private drive leading into a private housing development that I've never been into, because there's a sign says "Keep Out." (I've got one too, and I'm glad when people mind it.) Along the left side of Doc Sargent Road, the mighty LaBarque Creek or dribbling tributaries carrying the most pristine water in these parts; we want to keep it that way. Have inquired, but nobody can tell me who Doc Sargent was. Nonetheless it's clear that whatever he did, someone appreciated it.

Not at Home

Downtown in the big city at the Fox Theatre to see Ballet Folklorico de Mexico. When I came out abt ten thirty p.m. it was snowing. As I drove west on I-44 the roads not having been salted or sanded or plowed became a problem. Reluctantly and knowing it was best I pulled off the interstate & checked into a Holiday Inn from which I write you. Slept 4 hrs. Prefer my cabin with its few amenities...now under a nice snow blanket, & God knows when I will make it home. The flood of '07 kept me out of my home 4 days. I expect the MODOT plow crews will have roads ready by now.

The Plain Truth

This sign stands outside a business called Assured Automotive in Eureka, MO. The other side of the sign says, "I Survive on the Trust and Support of My Customers."