One of the things I particularly like about living in this corner of the world is that every little town has some celebrated claim to fame.
Here in Joplin? It’s where Bonnie and Clyde came to the end of the line. They rented a garage with a small apartment and had their last shoot out with the police just west of Main Street.
Looks like an unassuming little place, right? Look closer:
It was still dark when I ran past this morning. Quiet and peaceful. No gun shots. No shouting. No running and hiding from the police.
THAT was all in my imagination.