One of my favorite towns or small big cities, if you will, is Washington, Missouri. I lived there for 3 and half years. Some of the best years that I can remember. From January of 1993 to March 1996 will always be recalled fondly, no matter how good or bad. This past Thursday, (September 12th) I was able to visit and walk the streets of my old stomping ground. Some of it was gone, some of it was rebuilt, and most stayed the same. Even after so many years of not living there, I could remember where everything was. It was indeed home and to this day, I really miss it. Why? I can’t tell you because I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to explain it.
The reason for this trip was to visit the Washington Historical Society Museum and to talk with Marc Houseman, who’s the museum director. I’m sure I looked a bit uncouth. (I suffer from wild Indian hair and when it gets a bit long, the wind scatters it all about.) I know I talked way too fast. My brain was overloading my mouth and I was a bit embarrassed of myself. I tried to be professional and blabbered like a damn fool. But he was understanding and even signed my copy of Tainted Legacy. He also agreed to an interview for the website. I have never interviewed a person in my life (Outside of employee interviews) so I have no idea what to ask. It was a fun day and experience.
So what’s next?
Well, he’s doing a lecture on Bertha Gifford on October 8th and I have to be there. If I have to walk there I will. I’m not missing it!