He Could Free-Lance as a Photographer For the DMV

You know what's cool about Downstream Casino? They have buffalo. Real live buffalo, on the grounds. Not roaming, where the deer and the antelope play. I've never seen any deer or antelope there. But I've seen the buffalo. Unfortunately, Hick stops for no buffalo. By the time I had my phone out, we were past it. Hick could have stopped in the road. Nobody was around, it's a secondary road that you turn off, on the way to the three-states marker.

Yeah, you read me. There's a point near Downstream Casino where you can stand in three states at once! Pretty convenient if you're like Val, and want to go on a(n alleged) three-state crime spree! Uh huh. You can be in Missouri, Oklahoma, and Kansas all at once! We took a little detour for a photo op, on our way out to casino-hop.

First of all, allow me to show my own photos.

That's my own feet, standing on the marker. Oopsie! Looks like I only made it to two states. Must have been distracted, looking at my new shoes. More likely, trying to look into the sun at the screen of my phone to see if I had the marker in focus.

There's also a big rock pillar, which I think looks like a grave cairn. Only bigger.

Looks like the marker has been stolen off of it. We didn't know which was the actual location of the three-state junction. I'd assume the more modern one, due to GPS and surveys. I'd hate to think that I needed to climb up on top of that cairn to stand in three states at once. Or two.

Of course the Ex-Mayor my sister's husband organized this photo op. He took the official pictures, said they turned out great, and sent a copy to me and Hick. Let's just say that greatness is in the eye of the Ex-Mayor.

I guarantee you that Hick's belly is not that big! I guess Ex-Mayor held his phone right over us for the picture. I would have held back the curtain of my big shirt if I knew that my new shoes would not be showing!

I had to protect Ex-Mayor from himself. He almost cut Hick out of the picture, yet was too revealing for his own good. Now I know why he was laughing when he looked at the picture. Let the record show that I could barely keep my eyes open, squinting into the sun, my sunglasses in A-Cad a few yards away, and coming down with a cold spread by Typhoid Sis.

When my copy of the photos arrived, we were already several miles down the road. Now I know why Ex-Mayor didn't even think to send them until we were back on the highway.

I would have demanded retakes.