Afterwards I took a few days to visit my father in southern Missouri. I’ve written about him before. He is very old and still lives by himself on twenty acres just outside of a small town in the Ozarks. I hesitate finding the time to go visit, I don’t know why because I always come away invigorated and feeling much better about life in general.
Mid-afternoon we waited out a sudden spring thunderstorm at the local VFW drinking a couple of cold draft beers. That evening for supper we cooked up a few fish that I had caught that morning in the pond, along with grilled pork chops and baked potatoes. After listening to the St. Louis Cardinals game on the radio (he NEVER misses a game) we called it a night.
The next morning I had to return to Kansas City.
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