I went backpacking this weekend in Arkansas, down close to the Buffalo National River. This is a wonderful and beautiful area. If you ever get the chance to visit there, do so.
I am driving there to meet my son and one of my brothers who are trekking with me. I get a little south of Harrison, Arkansas and I realize that I need gas. At this point I am getting very close to being in very rural Arkansas. Now don’t get me wrong. I lived in Arkansas for fourteen years, and I found many things to love about it. However, some of its reputation is deserved.
I pull into a run-down looking convenience store. Sitting in front of the store is this snaggletooth woman somewhere between 40 and 65 years of age. She is smoking a Continue reading “Oops”