Highlights of my lowbrow vacation in the wilds of Missouri on our forty acre property.
Continued to clean up the devastation from a 110 mph straight line wind storm from a year and half ago. This involved much mule-like activity centering around chopping/hauling/burning acres of downed trees and limbs. Great fun.
Took a break to visit an alcoholic ex-felon who drank crown royal, blessed me often and talked of all the big, violent women he knew. His mind kept returning to a pool-game murder witnessed in prison.
Gifted a quart of moonshine in a mason jar.
Saw an outhouse with double toilets minus any walls in someone's front yard. Classy.
Crushed a mouse with my massive body. Don't ask.
Busted a chain on my dirtbike just as a terrible storm broke. Waited for help in a torrential downpour with lightning crashing all about.
Spent New Years discussing Charles Bukowski, the beat writers and government conspiracy with a banjo picker. The quart of moonshine was drained (not by me).
Made it home on gas fumes.
All in all, most enjoyable.