FORSYTH #1
I'm going to be on the road for the next nine days with the family. The three of us will be driving to Forsyth, MO to visit my dear white-haired-hard-o-hearing-paternal grandparents. I will not be able to write during the next nine days as all of my physical/emotional/spiritual energy will be wrapped up in heavy, heavy drinking. What!? I mean, family merry making! So I will post pictures in lieu of words. All of them will be taken at my grandparent's bungalow with my brand new digital camera. Can you smell that? How spoiled I am?
Anyways. Happy-happy to you and yours!
2 Comments:
I spent some time in Missouri, and I don't know where Forsyth is.
I like the pattern photos (linoleum, rocks, towel, pillow). Some are fuzzy, but maybe that's to help the viewer simulate the experience of the intense drinking -- er, merry-making.
12/29/2006
Forsyth is close to Branson, MO. I mean dangerously close. All week there was a running joke about the red light district of Branson. What would that look like? What kind of theater might one expect in that part of town?
Some of the pictures are fuzzy because I have not yet figured out how to work my new fangled piece of technology. Phoey.
12/30/2006
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