My Wife and Kids Visiting the Ozarks . . .
My wife finally took some photos and some time to forward the images to me. The picture above is of the Great Wall of the Ozarks. The wall was never finished, which explains how we hillbillies originally got in . . .
Preparing to communicate with my local hillbilly relatives, my children rehearse the intricate semaphore of sock, tissy, phone -- or something like that, some sort of pidgen language developed for intercommunication . . .
Hardest of the steps to take in establishing contact with the resident hillbillies is that initial step!
Before outsiders can be fully trusted, they must undergo "some farcical aquatic ceremony," a ridiculous event that is taken very seriously and never ridiculed.
En-Uk and Sa-Rah now belong to my Ozark Family! Sun-Ae's fate remains obscure to the camera, but the smiles seem friendly enough . . .