I grew up 30 minutes east of Hannibal, MO, home to one Samuel Clemens/Mark Twain and his various and sundry river town characters and escapades. In my heart of hearts, I’ve always fancied myself a Twain literary wannabe - dry wit, common sense, unassuming (and only a little cynical) demeanor - so it did my heart good to pay yet another visit to Clemens’ hometown a few days ago and again take in a healthy, heaping helping of Mark Twain’s Midwest.
We have had beautiful weather to enjoy this beautiful place. Six generations of Dunhams have called this plot of land “home,” and it will always be so for me as well.
Last day of corn planting after a rainy past few weeks.
