We are Arkansans. Drivers licenses, plate for the car ... no going back now. This calls for some observations about Arkansas.
"Sack" - Most everywhere else in the country, the container in which you carry your items purchased from a store is called a "bag." But here in AR, it's a "sack."
Driving - Yikes. It is not busy like New York City. It is not fast like Boston. It is not slow like Ithaca. It is erratic. On the highway from Bentonville to Fayetteville, I am constantly amazed at how a single car can go from 80 to 50 and back again like it is no big deal - all while not getting out of the passing lane.
KURM's Dial-a-Trade - One of the AM stations here has a call-in show where people try to sell just about anything. We're talking everything from a herd of goats for $23,000 to an old Ford engine for $75 to a used Spiderman sleeping bag for $5. Callers simply give out their phone number on the air. No, Vanessa has not called KURM's Dial-a-Trade yet. "And I thank you."
There's more, but I don't want to waste all my time in the coffee shop blogging about Arkansas' eccentricities.