castles are large or small. castles are what we imagine them to be.
we traveled to liberty, kentucky to eat at a restaurant, "bread of life" cafe, a home-cooking restaurant that sponsors the gilead children's home, located in the middle of mennonite country. the food was alright, nothing outstanding, but the trip there was remarkable. we traveled the back roads and just before yuma, ky. there was the need for a bathroom break. we were in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the tree-covered hills with the green river snaking around us. one of us spied a sign advertising a recreation area. surely there was a bathroom at a recreation area. our fingers were crossed. turning left onto a small road another sign read "this road leads into the water" (wish i had taken a photo of that). taking a right onto a small gravel drive we could see the top of a camper with three burley men cooking over a camp stove. it is quail season, i think, and men get hungry after the hunt. there was a tiny metal building marked #27. would this be a bathroom? my husband went behind the building. i waited a few minutes and when he didn't return, i trekked up the path to the front of the building marked "women". it was an outside toilet. i pulled the door open and was surprised to see two toilets and five rolls of toilet paper. i couldn't believe my eyes. it was clean as a whistle; no spiders, no bugs, nothing creepy crawly. there were, however, holes peppered all along the walls, possibly ventilation, or shot with a double barrel shot gun. no matter how modest this little building was, it was indeed a castle at the time.
