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Month: March 2015

What makes me a Missourian?

Unless you’re in love with Midwestern landscapes, as I am, once you’ve taken the interstate from Kansas City to St. Louis, you never need drive it again. After the first time, the familiar rolling hills and deep river valleys come at predictable points. The little creeks flow under the highway…

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The hotel room at the history conference

I love an empty hotel room. There’s nothing here to interfere with my thoughts. Nothing and no one to disturb me. I don’t stay in hotels rooms much, maybe, once or twice a year. The air conditioner/heater hums like a saintly presence. It fills my mind with the soothing thrum…

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