I guess I’ll just have to settle with a picture and a song. Speaking of a song, as I was leaving the good state of Tennessee and heading into Arkansas, I couldn’t get Elvis’s song, “Blue Swede Shoes” out of my head:
Well, its one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go.
But don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.
Traveling across the state of Arkansas, I was trying to think what it was famous for. All that I could come up with was Bill Clinton…and we know what he was famous for. As to not leave you completely uninformed, I did some research and found several things that Arkansas is famous for:
The town of Alma (Sounds familiar), claims to be the spinach capital of the world.
Milk is the official state beverage. (Milk does a body good!)
The fiddle is the official state instrument. (Why does that not surprise me?)
The state has a land mass of 53,187 square miles, about half of which is abandoned trailer courts.
Well, I’m bedding down for the night in the ever so well known town of Henryetta, Oklahoma, about 80 miles east of Oklahoma City. You say, “I’ve never heard of the town of Henryetta?” Well, have you not heard of the famous Jim Shoulders? He is known here as the “Babe Ruth” of Rodeo.
I don’t know if I am going to be able to sleep at all tonight, knowing that I am sleeping in the same town as Jim Shoulders.
See you tomorrow…