BRANSON MO NEWS:
VANDER ATWELL, Guest columnist
Just getting back to this infernal cyber-machine after a few days of traipsing around the North Country with this fal-o-mine. The lady must know every road and trail, highway and by-way winding over, around and through the jumble of ridges hills and canyons whereon is strewn the entertainment center of the upper South, the town of Branson, Mo.
Leave it to me and we would never find our way in or out, but fortunately, or unfortunately according to one’s perspective, the lady sort of grew up with it, watched as it spring from the surrounding forest one piece at a time and insists on traveling there on mini-vacations at least three times a year.
For she, Branson is the go to place for Christmas shopping and for citified countrified entertainment; the fabric shop is always a “must stop” and so also the Amish specialty foods store for exotic jellies, spices, preserves, etc. Craft shops are way up there near the top of the shopping stops, and a short stop at a western shop may herald the end to my signature head gear, a black fedora.
This year’s end of the year excursion combined with the birthday celebration of she and that of my eldest son, the third born of four children, and no, referencing his age serves no purpose except to remind me of mine.
For older folks, dealing with the chaotic computerized life style of the tech culture can be a trying experience. The mother of all disconnects: The birthday boy resides at Bella Vista, Ark., just a skip and a trot from the Missouri border, and there occupies himself before a giant computer screen five days a week applying his technical expertise in service of a large website creator based at Scottsdale, …
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