Sketch from Missouri
This entry was posted on 8/26/2008 10:55 AM and is filed under Prose.
The murky hollows and bottoms along the Missouri line are a magical sort of terrain. You just don't know if this one will have a bluegrass breakdown heating up, or if that one might contain the body of a raped and murdered girl. It is a strange country. Only those who live there can understand it, and they would rather not have outsiders knowing too much. Those bottoms contain a freedom of a sort. It is the freedom of obscurity, and it is vital to the preservation of the Southern Way. What's not known will blow over. With this sort of freedom, all manner of things can go on just the way they always have. If you are driving the Missouri line at night, it's best not to stop unless you must. Gunshots may ring out, and it may not be clear what their purpose is. Just keep moving. This is not an evil or sinister country, but just one that wants to be left well enough alone. Let it be.