Friends in Low Places
Still unpacking from our whirlwind trip to and from Missouri and have a few images to share.
The one above, from a favorite regular dinnerÂ stop on the way up. Last time we were there, a guy fell off a bar stool. Made for great entertainment. Not so lucky this time.
But I did grab a shot across the room that doesn’t hold up so well for details of the small sign above the chunky patron. It reads..
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Ah the American Heartlands. Gotta love her.