I recently checked out a book from the library that just happened to be written by an author from this area, about this area. References were very thinly veiled, indeed. West Plains became West Table. The local newspaper, the Quill, became the Scroll. I really didn’t like the story that much, but these lines rang true...
The Ozark’s region... it’s all meadows and hills, trees, and red, rocky dirt. The houses show signs of having been built by different generations with different notions of architecture, but all run together to make single rambling homes where the different wings appear almost to have been built as refutations of previous wings. You start seeing... various vehicles that have rusted so successfully into the landscape as appear to indigenous...
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