Katie Sawicki 2011
Katie Sawicki and Emily Stanback first visited our home June of 2008. Right after we got Winston the Pig. The two girls were on a cross country musical journey. Not in a position to host a house concert that month, we offered to let them stay in the B and B for two days in exchange for a “mini” concert in our kitchen. I told Katie about our annual music festival, and vowed to have her back some year to headline. That was this past month.
You can check out Katie’s music here
5 :20 AM the phone rang. Now nobody calls me @ 5:20 in the morning unless someone just died or is in jail,….so I picked up the phone. Karen from Kum and Go was on the phone. A couple needed a place to crash. They had been driving all night and could not find anything anywhere. They’d left their home in Virginia 11 AM the day before. They were on their way to pick up a quarter horse, so they were pulling a 24 ft horse trailer. Wife and I talked briefly, said, what the heck, the suite was open, just needed 30 minutes to tidy up…so I talked with Larry on the phone, gave him directions….30 minutes later, he was backing the 24 fthorse trailer into our driveway. Turns out he was a real life horse whisperer.
Two weeks ago, my brother-in-law went missing. Ended up filing a missing person’s report. Police caught up with him south of St Louis heading home. The next night, he showed up @ our door. Am not @ liberty to share any more details (this adventure is still unfolding), other than the fact he spent the first two nights on my bedroom floor….
The word hospitality literally means “Lover of strangers” I love that definition. B and B’s come in all shapes and sizes. Some of you reading this have experienced a visit to our place first hand, so tell me, how would you describe a visit here?
It has been weeks and weeks since I’ve felt a “writing muse.” Finally decided this morning to just sit down and type. It’s not that all of you don’t come to mind, (I love the bantering that takes place on my blog) but I refuse to write just for the sake of writing….too many other irons in the fire.
I told my recently found brother-in-law , I feel like the cook on a wagon train. I’ll whip you up something for breakfast, but after that, you’re on your own. (Indians are circling the wagons and I’m needed elsewhere)