“Don’t sell many maps,” said the lady at the Petro or Flying J or where ever in West Memphis, Arkansas when Mr. Big Food asked if they had a “topomap” (what we call the states Atlases and Gazetters). “Every body got a phone now.” (For the record, we were places today where I had “1x” service.) Mr. Big Food settled for what turned out to be a woefully inadequate fold-up map of Arkansas and we set out to do some exploring.
Looks like the Delta!
“WE BUY SCRAP METAL SEVEN DAYS A WEEK”
Elapsed time, 25 minutes
Arkansas: The Natural State (think entropy)
Marked Tree that way. Birdeye the other.
See the hawk? We saw a LOT of hawks.
I should stick in a page break in before things get too exciting.
Homemade fried pie
NO shirt NO shoes NO service
We decided Momma really does bake pies here. It’s a big operation. Note vent just to the right of the “annex” with NO structural integrity. That’s a real kitchen vent. As it was Sunday, we had no way to verify.
Moving on… .
Wonder if this is where Momma lives?
We talked about this. Neither Mr. Big Food nor I is familiar with the role Arkansas played in the Civil War. We speculated.
Note that we are definitely out of the Delta, though we still skirt it and can see it to our right at times as we drive further down the road. We were heading west. At Birdeye we turned right, and are now heading due north. Elapsed time since we left West Memphis– including the stop at Birdeye: 42 mins. We are less than one hour from downtown Memphis.