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Carefree Comfort

Tucked in and around Branson with the King By John Robinson   “Historic?” The chamber of commerce lady didn’t buy my logic. I persisted. “If I were a vehicle, I’d have a historic tag. And Rock Lane Lodge was already historic when our family stayed there thirty years ago.”

She motioned down the narrow peninsula called Indian Point. “It’s near the end of the road, and now they call it R…... Read more >

Bounding Around The Burgs

By John Robinson

Like a Silent Conductor, the big, green highway sign along interstate 70 announced we were approaching aullville. “no services,” the same sign warned. that message spurred my recollection of a comment years ago from an aullville resident, who was upset because the sign discouraged traffic to his town. i asked him if greater aullville offered any services for interstate travelers.

“Well, not at the …... Read more >

The Lodges of the Meremac

By John Robinson

I SETTLED in my lawn chair for the show. Silhouetted by a spectacular sunset over a picture- postcard valley, five musicians launched into vocal harmonies punctuated by fine fiddlin’ and pickin’. Their stage was a concrete poolside tarmac. The crowd sat in lawn chairs and on blankets in this natural amphitheater, a gentle slope softened by thick bluegrass.

Traditional bluegrass fans have little toleran…... Read more >

Traveling in Bingham’s Footsteps

The King of the Road traces the trail of Missouri’s fighting artist By John Robinson   The fire consumed almost everything, including Henry Clay, Andrew Jackson, and the Father of our Country.      Jefferson City was basking in an unusually warm 76-degree temperature on February 5, 1911, when an evening thunderstorm churned across town, sending lightning bolts into the capitol dome, the city’s centerpiece. F…... Read more >