Dear Fellow Blogger,
You said to me yesterday that I am “practically a foreign correspondent now.”
That resonated. I AM gathering information on a place that is new to me.
I’m trying to see and do as much as I can.
For example, I saw a billboard advertising tours of the Missouri State Penitentiary in Jefferson City.
Ghost tours.
Because of course they would offer ghost tours in October.
So I had to go.
Because of course I did.
I asked my mother if she wanted to go.
Me: I am booking a tour of the Missouri State Penitentiary Saturday night. Do you want to go?
Her: (long pause) No.
I have no trouble going places alone, so I called to make the booking.
Me: The website says there’s no availability on any weekend tour.
Lady on phone: We are sold out. When did you want to come?
Me: Saturday.
Her: How many?
Me: Just me.
Her: Just you?
Me: Just me.
Her: I can squeeze in one person.
Me: Great!
Her: 7, 8 or 9?
Me: A.M.?
Her (drily): P.M. It’s a ghost tour.
Me: Right.
So I went. It’s an hour and some change north of Rolla. Rural Missouri looks like rural Georgia.
I got to Jefferson City early so I had time to look around.
At this point, you may be asking this:
But Beth, what about the ghost tour — the whole point of your trip?
Well, it deserves a whole post on its own.
Stay tuned.
Your Midwest correspondent,
Beth
Observe and report 
I shudder at the number of grits that had to die to fill that dish…
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😂
I’m sure there was bacon somewhere in those grits.
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“P.M. It’s a ghost tour.” LOL! I loved this post, especially the photos. And that’s a lot of food. I had to look up pit beans because I’d never heard them called that before. Will stay tuned.
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Thanks for giving me an entry into this post!
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