Yesterday, as we left the golf course we had just played, the Course Director said, "Y'all come back now, heah?" That last word translates to 'hear', as in, 'Do you hear me?' And the unspoken answer was, "Yes, but it would be easier if you'd put your teeth in."
Branson is roughly 30 miles North of the border with Arkansas. One needs to remember, preferably sometime BEFORE you get here, in order to minimize shocked looks on your face as you become aware of stuff, that Branson is smack DAB in the middle of the down home, come to Jesus, Bible Belt. And it shows. And sinners like me stick out like a sore thumb.
We are all having a great time. SWMBO and Bitsy have found all kinds of places and ways to spend money, #1 and #2 Sons and I played golf yesterday and when we got home, while I was soaking in the jacuzzi in the bathroom, the two older boys decided to get their little brother happier than he should have been, on beer. Oh, joy.
He's better now.
And so are we all.