Between Little Rock and a hard place
Jan 9 2006 | Comments 0
My car broke down once in Little Rock. It was one of the most depressing places I’ve ever been. As the sun drooped in the sky, the city felt like a movie set of the Apocalypse. So little life. We begged for help, but our Yankee accents didn’t endear us to the locals. Thank God my friend had a crazy old coot of an aunt living there, who was willing to take us in. Otherwise, I’d still be there—though hopefully not in jail:
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