Tonia is sleeping.
In the bed.
In the motel room.
At Lake Pomme de Terre,
Missouri:
Lake Pomme de Terre
She's snoring.
I'm feeling pretty good.
The dam to create this lake
was built
within my lifetime,
starting when I was two,
and finished when I was six:
History of Lake Pomme de Terre
The weather here is very cold:
fourteen degrees!
Tomorrow we may visit
Harry S. Truman Reservoir
Tonia woke up,
and wants to use her computer,
so I'll publish this,
and let you folks read.
Oh, by the way,
I worked hard for a year
at Walmart,
to earn this vacation.
Tonia is a friend,
the kind of friend I've been looking for,
since my wife,
Pam,
died three years ago.
I've been looking for someone
I can talk with,
someone to show the landscapes of my childhood.
Lake Pomme de Terre
is one of the places
our family would visit
in the sixties,
when it was new.
My parents were always fascinated
by all the things that were new
in those days,
when they were young,
and they liked showing their children
all these grand things,
such as this lake,
and the dam built so near the places
where they were born and raised.
Tonia is out of bed now,
so,
enjoy your evening,
reading about the history
of this lake,
and the history of bigjac.