by Pa Rock
Road Warrior
Rosie and I are back home this afternoon after a beautiful drive of nearly two hundred miles through the very lush and green Ozark hills. The drive from Rogers, Arkansas, to Eureka Springs and beyond through Berryville and Green Forest, was idyllic, so beautiful and serene that we didn't even mind getting stuck behind the fellow on the big forklift who slowed traffic down for several miles, or the guy in a pickem-up truck pulling a trailer with a four-wheeler who refused to let anyone pass for the last thirty or so miles of our trip. It was a nice day to drive slowly anyway - and enjoy the beauty of the Ozarks!
Our path cut straight through Trump country, yet I only saw one bumper sticker honoring the big, orange scumbag - and it was faded almost beyond recognition. Never fear though, the hillbillies will be out with their yard signs and fascist paraphernalia as Trump's never-ending campaign intensifies in anticipation of 2020. Stupid never completely forgets.
I passed one "country" club called "Bikers and Bling" and saw a billboard advertising the "T&A Nightclub," but other than those invitations to misadventure the entire route was family-friendly. The mountainside town of Eureka Springs was especially fetching.
It was a productive trip. I accomplished a major genealogical goal at the Newton County Courthouse in Neosho, MO, brought birthday greetings to an old friend, and visited a couple of others. Perhaps the best news from this trip is that it looks like some of the rain from over that way has followed Rosie and me home. Hope so!
Road Warrior
Rosie and I are back home this afternoon after a beautiful drive of nearly two hundred miles through the very lush and green Ozark hills. The drive from Rogers, Arkansas, to Eureka Springs and beyond through Berryville and Green Forest, was idyllic, so beautiful and serene that we didn't even mind getting stuck behind the fellow on the big forklift who slowed traffic down for several miles, or the guy in a pickem-up truck pulling a trailer with a four-wheeler who refused to let anyone pass for the last thirty or so miles of our trip. It was a nice day to drive slowly anyway - and enjoy the beauty of the Ozarks!
Our path cut straight through Trump country, yet I only saw one bumper sticker honoring the big, orange scumbag - and it was faded almost beyond recognition. Never fear though, the hillbillies will be out with their yard signs and fascist paraphernalia as Trump's never-ending campaign intensifies in anticipation of 2020. Stupid never completely forgets.
I passed one "country" club called "Bikers and Bling" and saw a billboard advertising the "T&A Nightclub," but other than those invitations to misadventure the entire route was family-friendly. The mountainside town of Eureka Springs was especially fetching.
It was a productive trip. I accomplished a major genealogical goal at the Newton County Courthouse in Neosho, MO, brought birthday greetings to an old friend, and visited a couple of others. Perhaps the best news from this trip is that it looks like some of the rain from over that way has followed Rosie and me home. Hope so!
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