I am now safely at the Lake of the Ozarks for the annual Missouri Music Educators Association conference. My colleagues and I are staying in a grand lake house on the corner of a little cove, with water on two sides of the house.
Leaving Webster University at 11.30, I chose to come in the south way, down I-44 and then across state roads to Osage Beach.
The weather chose to start raining and freezing a bit just as I left the freeway.
Now mind you — I’m in a rental SUV. A big Ford monstrosity that handles nothing like my Mariele the Volvo. I can’t see anything over the huge nose of the car. And I’m driving on twisty, turny, topsy back roads in ever-so-slightly freezing drizzle.
A happy trip this was not. Note to self: take the four-lane roads to and from the lake. Full stop.
As I neared civilization again (by which I mean towns bigger than 1000 residents), I noticed the church names have all become one word:
- Freedom Church
- Jubilee Center
- Riverview Church
- Victory Church
- Faithbridge Church.
And on the way down, I saw but one and only one Trump/Pence sign.
The view as I enter the house: