My husband and I belong to the Blue Knights Law Enforcement Motorcycle Group and we attended the Midwest Regional Conference last weekend in St. Joseph, Missouri. One of the highlights of this conference was the 5th Annual Fallen Officer Memorial Ride through the countryside around St. Joseph. The local law enforcement jurisdictions blocked intersections to assure that we had a safe and continuous ride. He’s in focus, I am not.
Here is more of the Fallen Officer Ride:
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The epitome of Order. What could be a better example of “Order” than the USAF Thunderbirds flying in precise formation. The day of this airshow at Scott Air Force Base in Illinois was overcast, the sun never peeked through the dense cloud cover, so although the background is boring, the show was breathtaking.
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You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am
I’ll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I’ll be there, yeah, yeah,
you’ve got a friend. –James Taylor
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I have to say I don’t believe I’ve ever seen this word and I certainly didn’t know the meaning of it. Evanescent: soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing. Early morning fog rising from Meramec Springs lifts quickly as the sun burns it away.
Black Oak is a tiny town in the northwest corner of Arkansas. It is the subject of John Grisham’s book “A Painted House” and the town my dad grew up in. Dad was born in 1925 in Black Oak and stayed there until World War II when he, his mom and brothers and sister all moved to St. Louis. Growing up, dad nor Grandma never really talked about their life in Black Oak, but I know it was not easy. My grandfather died when my dad was only twelve years old leaving grandma to raise not only her three biological children, but also her step-daughter and grandpa’s nephew. To my knowledge, dad only returned to Black Oak one time.
In 1992 I made my first pilgrimage to Black Oak, taking my fourteen year old son with me. I had been researching my dad’s family genealogy and wanted to see this town than had grown to be such a part of my life as I dug through census records, old newspapers and chat rooms. Several years later, I returned to Black Oak, this time with two of my elderly aunts. The small woman in this photograph is my dad’s sister, Mabel and of course, the other one is me. Black Oak is really nothing but a blink of the eye now and the Black Oak Grocery shown in this photograph had long been shuttered.
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As much as I like to travel, Dorothy’s old saying “there’s no place like home” rings so true for me. A scant 25 miles from my home is the St. Louis Zoo, voted best in the nation in 2017. It is a wonderful place to spend a day and although admission is free, the parking in the zoo lot is somewhat steep, but still well worth it. It definitely takes a whole day to see all there is to see at the park including the walk-through bird cage which is a remnant from the 1904 World’s Fair.
In 2012, the zoo opened “Sea Lion Sound” which includes a walk-through glass tunnel where visitors can get up close and personal with sea lions. It is an amazing site to see the sun shining through the crystal blue waters overhead and watch the the lions dart to and fro. The lions have become accustomed to the visitors and often come right up to the glass and up to the visitor.
So my wanderlust on this beautiful Sunday morning included my grandson’s first visit to the zoo. He didn’t really know what was happening but he was definitely captivated by the sea lions.