Haunted in Arkansas: My best birthday ever!
And then, as suddenly as he had arrived, the phantom was gone. You
can't make this stuff up. Hats off to the Crescent Hotel in Eureka
Springs Arkansas for giving me the best birthday ev-ah! https://www.crescent-hotel.com/
But I almost didn't get to Arkansas at all. "Ghost in the Machine".
My plane was delayed at SFO, I'd missed my connection to Springfield,
spent the night in a (haunt-less) hotel in Dallas and didn't get to Bart
Simpson's home town until later the next day.
"Sorry, you're too late," said my rental car person. Fine.
I'll just go over to that corner over there and cry for the next five
days. However, due to blind luck, that didn't happen either. A really
nice American Native jumped out of nowhere and offered to be my driver.
"All the way to Branson? Then on to Eureka Springs?" Yep. "Really?"
He had just saved the day. Road trip! First stop was for fried
chicken, collard greens, creamed corn, ribs and blackberry cobbler at
Paula Deen's in Branson. Yeah, I know she used the N-word. Hey,
Paula! Black lives do matter. But she did apologize. A lot.
Quite a lot. On national TV. Over and over. But still and all. A
whole bunch of people in the South need to apologize on national TV
too. At least Paula did it. But her blackberry cobbler was still kind
of dry. https://www.aparat.com/v/d2y5h
What's next on the menu? More chicken and biscuits!
And speaking of firearms, I hope that our nation's police officers have
taken notice about how they all have been casually thrown under the bus
by America's oligarchs. "De-fund the Police!" is all we hear these
days -- but nothing at all about de-funding the oligarchs who they so
faithfully serve. https://mronline.org/2020/07/03/anatomy-of-a-counter-insurgency/?fbclid=IwAR07aeaYZMaG6Bw43YqZEfe8O339Mx-pJuRvzOxLYen0G8xpfA2O57jL0X0
The Ozark Plateau here in southern Missouri and northern Arkansas is so
freaking beautiful, so very fresh and green, highlighted by its
paleolithic limestone trim. And it turns out that Mary Ballard, my
Cherokee great-grandmother, was actually born in the Ozarks too. She
only moved to Tahlequah, Oklahoma, and Roswell, New Mexico, later on. I
gots Ozark DNA! How heart-warming are these green rolling hills. I
could live here forever -- as long as I win the lottery first. And have
access to wi-fi.
Back at Branson two days later, we went to a show -- Dolly Parton's
Stampede. Trick-riding on horseback, dancing, comedy and real longhorns
and buffalo too. And a whole rotisserie chicken apiece plus pork
chops, biscuits, corn on the cob, cream vegetable soup and apple
turnovers. Dolly herself wasn't in the show but they did play a video
of her telling us that America was one country, united, and we'd better
start acting like that. Or words to that effect. Dolly always has
class.
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