You see the pictures, and you read the stories, and you think you can understand.
And then you arrive in Joplin, and drive down 20th street, and stop in front of the old high school.
There are Eagle sculptures out front, carved from the remains of shredded trees. The rubble sits behind, one of the biggest high schools in the state laying in ruins.
And these are just words, and the photos are just photos. And you can’t explain it.
You have to go there. Continue reading
The Brew House 