Me, talking to a machine

Hi everyone,

We got home last night from Las Vegas where we spent three nights playing with Jeff and Jennifer. We ate well, did a lot of walk-about, saw a couple of excellent shows, watched the fountain at the Belagio by day and by night, and ogled a few beauties strolling around advertising various burlesque shows. I even tried my luck on a slot. Lost all ten bucks, just like that! We were afraid our flight home to icy Springfield would be cancelled but we arrived on time and were in bed by 1:00 a.m. Yawn.

And so, to work.

A lot of bull….

Hi everyone,

Let me show you something. img_20161228_145614196 Yep, it’s a charmer and a snake. She’s Jennifer Harrison, my daughter-in-law. The serpent is a Missouri eight foot long bull snake. It resides not far from Branson in a case at Dogwood Canyon’s Old Mill Museum, and it has a personality. Not that Jennifer doesn’t because she has personality galore. But I want to tell you about the snake.

It only likes prepared food. Catching your own is so, like, primitive. It also requires that its food be served hot or not at all. Forget the rules, it sulks. Otherwise it’s the exhibit’s chief greeter and entertainer, as you can see on Jennifer’s face. Had you gone around behind Jennifer’s back as I did, the snake looked pretty happy too.

And why, you ask, is Jennifer not afraid of the snake? She teaches 4th grade, man. What’s left to be afraid of???