We visited our pals the herons just west of the Bagnell Dam, a major hydroelectric deal:
You'll never guess what we saw on our way back to town. Here's a hint:
That's right, Sherlock. We had to hit the brakes to avoid making a nice warm coat for me out of one of these:
How weird is that? We're leaving the dam. And we see a beaver. Verily, the god of wordplay smiled on us that day.
Later on, wanting to watch the KU/Villanova game, we decided to stick with the weekend's "immature euphemism" theme and tried this place:
There weren't actual woodpeckers playing the pianos, although after the beaver thing nothing would have surprised me. I recommend Peckers if you enjoy unselfconscious group sing-alongs with fairly accomplished piano players. Karaoke for cowards, you might call it. Good, clean, loud fun.
We drove home today through Cole Camp, Missouri, home of this famous crossroads:
Oh come on. Can I help it if the universe wants me to think like a seventh grader once in awhile?