My Missouri cousin Bill would fool you. He?s a six-feet-something, hard-charging, colloquial-talking (to put it politely), interstate truck driver. He has a heart the size of the national debt. Perhaps because he was raised in a small town where life proceeds at a leisurely pace and where the people you knew, you knew very well but cared about them anyway. Bill?s favorite pastime is visiting. This means sitting on the porch awhile, trading stories or reminiscing about people who are no longer with us but who highly entertained us when they were.
Bill would love Casmalia. He would probably have reached out and given Terri Ostini Stricklin the hug of her life if he had been there that morning in the Hitching Post when, after she and Vic Veglia had indulged me with stories of Casmalia?s past, Terri sent me out the door with a Thermos of hot coffee and a box of warm brownies to visit with her neighbor across the parking lot. BTake these with you. We like to take care of Miss Gaye.C
Bill would probably be there at Miss Gaye?s yet. He would have lapped up her stories like a kitten lapping cream. But then, who wouldn?t?