I have pretty much been writing from 7 am to 10 pm every day for the last week or so, with breaks to walk in the fields or soak in the jacuzzi or peek in on the chickens. Today we went for dinner with Mom and Dad - great Mexican food at El Charo's - in Fort Scott. Fort Scott is a beautiful old railroad town about 25 miles south of the farm. My Mom's father (PaPa to the grandkids, Big PaPa to distinguish him from my father to the great-grandkids) was based out of Fort Scott for most of his career as a conductor on Frisco Railways, although they lived outside Kansas City, Kansas a couple of hours to the north.
When we got home, Dad had a smoke while Mom went to check on eggs, and some of the barn kittens came out to greet us.
Photos by Will, naturally : )
You called Fort Scott an old railroad town, and I always think of it as a former military outpost on the border. Different perspectives!
ReplyDeleteawwwwww, kitties :)
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