Before we left the mosquito-infested hotel this morning we had breakfast at the little Mexican restaurant, Don Jose, adjacent to the lobby. Breakfast was good, but the real treat was the beautiful carved wood and brightly painted tables and chairs. The oatmeal was pretty good too.
We drove west to Little Rock then turned north on US65 up to Missouri. I really enjoy getting off the interstates and getting a look at the little towns and houses along the route. Small towns with mom and pop shops are so much more interesting than the typical franchised neighborhoods with cookie cutter houses. I chuckled quite a few times at the names of some businesses:
Jamaica Me Tan, a tanning salon in Greenbriar, Arkansas
St. Joe, AR, population 85 (The thought of a "Saint Joe" just struck me as funny, maybe because I have an uncle Joe who is a hoot). The itty-bitty town had a mercantile general store and very old deteriorating stone cottages roadside. Seeing this town made me interested in the history of this stretch of road.
Goat Chip Hole, the name of a small hole-in-the-wall walk-up fast food joint.
Wreck and Roll Body Shop, in Harrison
Uncommon Grounds, coffee shop in Harrison.
The church sign at Red Oak Baptist Church read:
Despite a short drive today it seemed to take f-o-r-e-v-e-r and we were so relieved to finally pull up to my mom and dad's place. We are settled in for the evening. The dogs are laid out enjoying the A/C, while Bren, Rick, and my dad are laying on the floor in the living room having fun playing Gin Rummy.
When you are down to nothing, God is up to something.
The Lord has so blessed me with a wonderful family and when I am with them I savor every moment. You can't buy this kind of happiness.