It's All Right Here. Get Out There.

An American Junk Story Once there was a young girl by the name of Ann. Not Annie or Antoinette - just plain old Ann, which was befitting her station in life. Ann was raised all alone and as poor as the dirt she was destined to clean. She had no mother to guide her, and her father was always away on business in the big city. Never a warm cookie was made for her, never a smudge of dirt lovingly wiped from her rosy cheek, never the mystery of Ken explained. No, Ann was alone in this world and that's the...more

Lewis and Clark, 21st Century Style When Eric and I started kayaking the Missouri River at the headwaters in Three Forks, Montana, it was a warm beautiful day in September. Officially it was fall, but it still felt like summer. Birds were singing, the leaves on the cottonwood trees were still green, and we were still wearing shorts -it was a perfect day. That moon-lit evening on the river was so nice and bright; we paddled until almost 10 p.m. By then, we’d made it to the first dam...more

Me and My Little Dog Moe You should know the 573 area contains a plethora of hidden gems. We have everything from a flea market at some obscure intersection to a delightful bed and breakfast tucked in the rolling hills; caves and streams or a wondrous scenic drive on a curvy road leading to a secluded conservation area. My name is Bob Hisserich. I am a Missouri native born in St. Louis. My parents moved to Piedmont, Missouri my junior year in high school. Going from a school of 2500...more