The view from my seat

... for game 1 of #CWS #OmaHogs 

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"Life is too short to hunt with an ugly dog."

Bag Packed

... and it's nearly time to head for the Stadium Express bus to the #CWS  #OmaHogs 

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"Life is too short to hunt with an ugly dog."

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The view from my seat

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"Life is too short to hunt with an ugly dog."

Tailgating before Super Regional

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"Life is too short to hunt with an ugly dog."

The last of the Girls

Today I attended the funeral of Stella Lechner Montgomery.  Stella was the last of the Monday night Girls Night Out crowd.  My mother, Stella, Rosemary Skiles, Mary Margaret Anderson and Clyta Davis used to get together on Monday nights.  I can’t remember for sure, but I think it was once per month.

Stella Montgomery

Clyta lived at Cherry Corners and we would frequently drive out there.  Often we would stop at the Wolfinbarger liquor store on the way.  I would be assigned the task of drinking the tops off of several 7-Ups.  An appropriate amount of bourbon was then poured into the 7-Up bottle.  Those libations were then consumed on the short trip.

I remember wonderful fried chicken, salads, etc.  They were all good cooks.  Stella often baked the best chocolate cake that I ever ate.  It was always relaxing and a blast.

So tonight I’m drinking a bourbon and 7 in memory of them all:

• Clyta Davis: 1915 – 1982
• Mary Margaret Anderson: 1918 – 1995
• Ruth Shartel Barnes: 1920 - 2000
• Rosemary Skiles: 1918 – 2006
• Stella Montgomery: 1923 - 2013

Kickoff lunch

Last of the raccoons?

Oh please, let this be the last of the raccoons!  Last night the neighbor dogs barked ALL NIGHT!  When I went into the bathroom this morning, I saw why.

It turns out that three coons were hanging on the side of my house.  Luckily, a trapper was not far from my house. He managed to get a noose on each of them and he will relocate them.

I couldn't get the picture of all three of them hanging on the bathroom window screen, but you can see two in this image.

Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art

 

Some of the NW Arkansas alumni of William Woods University (OK, to me, it is still WWC) met for lunch at Crystal Bridges today.  I have been intending to go for some time and just never got around to going.

I should have gone sooner.  If you grew up in the Ozarks, as I did, you will find the setting very familiar.  I was raised in Neosho and spent summers on Elk River.  The setting is in the hills with a small stream running through it.  They have put in some small dams to make pools and the museum is built over and beside the pools.  The surrounding area and the building are spectacular.  There are walking trails around the building and BOB and I will go to walk them when the temperatures are more moderate.

The art is quite impressive as well.  The main museum is laid out so that you see the art chronologically.  I didn't start taking pictures (allowed with no flash) until I had been through several rooms.  Here are the few images that I did take.  (Please excuse some of the photos that are a bit blurry.  It was the best that I could do with my phone.)

This is a world class museum, both for the art within and for the architecture and setting.

Oh, and the lunch was wonderful.

These pictures were taken from inside the museum.
Both are views of the same area, but the second one has some reflection from behind me.

	The Arkansas Traveler
By Neosho native Thomas Hart Benton

Really BOB?

 

Every time that I go to the bathroom, is it your job to guard the door?