Janice,

It has been a month of Sundays since I last wrote to you. I have good reason.

Where I have been there were no post offices. No, I wasn't kidnapped by some other mountain man, I was with the Women's Synchronized Swinging Hammer Brigade. You remember those lovely ladies that repaired my chicken coop.

Well, they did a few more projects, then decided that they needed a special mission. I suggested restoring outhouses. Needless to say I was on some heavy painkillers at the time and didn't quite know what I was saying.

Well, Myrtle Margarite, the lead hammer thought that was a grand idea and since I suggested it, they made me mascot. I was packed up with the equipment in their RV before Elrod or Nimrod could do anything about it. Ever since I have been traveling the Ozarks watching the women restore outhouses for the many people, let's say that are off the beaten path.

I have enough material to write a book, but not today. Today I wanted to say Elrod has rescued me from those women. He brought the Sheriff and a restraining order. If you visis now, I'll have to know way in advance since I am not sure of the security code for the iron gate at the end of the road/driveway.

I'll read the few letters I've missed after I take a long hot shower. Those women did not believe in wasting a drop of water and Bertha, the supplier master, thought bathing wasn't necessary. I had to ride in the back of the truck to come home.

Sending hugs to you and your lovely husband.
Beatrice