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Arkansas February 17, 2016

Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
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I dipped a toe in, once.

I was thirteen years old. My parents’ friend Ruth took me on a trip to Memphis, on a plane. (I think I’d been on a plane once before, as a small child, before logging memories.)

A couple of years earlier, Ruth had fixed me up with her niece, Margaret, in a pen-pal situation. I was going with Ruth to visit the family and hang out with Margaret.

It was a fun trip, but a stressful one that included a severe sunburn, insomnia, and ill-timed menses.

They drove me all around Memphis, past Graceland, where Elvis still lived.

Then we crossed the Mississippi into West Memphis, just so I could say I’d been to Arkansas.

Truly, I would love to see some of Arkansas. I have a couple of dear friends who grew up there. They represent well.

I’d like to check out the hot springs, play outside.

Maybe I can approach that Gulf states tour from just north.

Been there?: Yes but No

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1. Adamus - February 17, 2016

Arkansas is gorgeous. Yes. Go.

2. guacachocolatte - February 19, 2016

I am such a redneck in terms of my completely uninformed opinions about states like Alabama and Arkansas.

indigobunting - February 22, 2016

One reason I feel I should visit is that my opinions aren’t that well informed either…


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