Tomorrow I’ll go camping for a few days in Mark Twain National Forest in the Ozarks, Missouri’s answer to West Virginia. My intensive research of the area includes reading Wikipedia entries for about an hour last night and watching Winter’s Bone with Jennifer Lawrence last month. That’s the movie for which she should’ve won the Oscar. Skinning a squirrel on film is better than getting fat or ugly. Winter’s Bone was like a darker more depressing Hunger Games with meth addicts.