BRANSON MO NEWS: COLUMBUS — A few weeks ago I noticed something interesting.In any given trip to my go-to stores, someone knows my name. They know where I work and they know about the pieces of my life I share in these weekly columns.None of this is new. But that made me realize I’m certainly not the new kid anymore. It’s not a sad notion, I’m not angry about it. I just have to start writing to a different tune.
If there’s one thing to know about me, it’s that I’m all for changing things up here and there.So I got to thinking about a project I’ve been procrastinating for two years. In 2015, I drove up the entire length of California to set temporary roots in Washington. When life brought me back to middle America, I scribbled down an outline of all the things I saw along the Pacific Coast Highway.I had two pages, front and back, filled with brief explanations and landmarks along with asterisks denoting the important parts. Like Gilroy, California, which is just south of San Jose. The entire town is surrounded by garlic fields and the smell stayed in my vehicle until Oregon.This was great because there isn’t much on this planet I love more than garlic.Then there was the time my dad’s good friend flew me around northern Idaho in his plane. Those sights deserve a chapter on their own. We rounded one mountain and greeted British Columbia. A quick whip around the other side of the same mountain met Alberta. Then we swooped along the river and found a train chugging along a cliff that hugged the river. My personal pilot turned the plane perpendicular to the earth so I could clearly and …
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