Big Spring

I happened to be in Poplar Bluff for a few days in early April. For a funeral, which seemed unseasonable, since it was about as springtime as I can ever recall it being. This spring--the spring of 2012--is one I'll remember for the rest of my days. In part because it has been so beautiful. And in part because the funeral was for a man who lived a life as beautiful as the spring.

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How does Emerson start The Divinity School Address? Something like, "In this refulgent summer, it has been a luxury to draw the breath of life."

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The Civilian Conservation Corps made Big Spring. Not just the buildings, or the roads and bridges, but the spring.

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Big Springs is thick with history. We spent a long weekend there in late May, staying in one of the CCC-built cabins on the ridge above the spring branch, and eating dinners in the lodge overlooking the water. We did as close to nothing as possible. No TV. Almost no radio, although oddly enough, the Rev. Larry Rice has a station just down the road.

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