It's my blue heaven. I just need to find somebody to paint clouds.

Mrs. Richardson insists on that. But there are a lot of changes. We will have a new front door. We are putting up shutters that will open out. We are going to make this place look like a chalet in the Alps. We say it is 'The Chalet' next to the White Horse Motel.

The bigger kitchen here means a bigger menu. Patricia Richardson (owner of the White Horse and its neighboring motel) saved Bavarian Bratwurst for Carthage. This place has character.

We sent to San Francisco for an architect designer. It cost us a lot of money for that guy. But, out here it's worth it.

I saw in the night visions, and, behold, one like the Son of man came with the clouds of heaven, and came to the Ancient of days, and they brought him near before him.

Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: / Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.