Sunset en route to Little Rock, from the roof, with bikes. Digital Photograph. 2008 NFS.
Conway, actually, but Little Rock would be the closest landmark really, except the hotels and fast food joints of Conway. I'm sure it's a great town, I just didn't see much of it.
Those hotels I mentioned though? boy howdy. America's Best Value Inn...My Review is... oops.
Checked in, walked into the room, started poking around. Sorta funky, not super clean, whatever. Heater didn't seem to work. No big deal. Some holes in the wall, who cares? Lamp shorted out. Happens. opened the bedside drawer to make sure the was reading material and there was a king james version of the weirdest story I've read in a long time*, and...a...um. a Crack pipe. or maybe meth. Hello? just checked into room 103. I'd like to switch please. thanks. (upon checkout, on the front page of the local paper on the countertop there was a headline story about a large meth lab bust the previous day. weird. [and the room they switched us to was barely better])
We had a wonderful visit with Christy's grandparents, however. We went to the Clinton Presidential Center of Ongoing Propaganda, Information Control and Library.
There was stuff about his Childhood.
His Environmental record.
Foreign Policy.
Life in the White House.
Continuing Service to America
However, the whole time we were there I was pretty distracted by a temporary travelling exhibit entitled "Art of the Chopper." Which made the whole trip pretty frickin' worth it.
*A creation myth that consists mostly of stuff like "dude said it, so there it was, don't ask questions" I don't find to be particularly convincing. Sorry.
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