September 18, 2010
Caulksville Bowl. Arkansas Highway 23, Caulksville, AR 72951
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- Joel Bernstein: I know right?
- Rick Neece: Being nice is a dainty way to put it.
- Rick Neece: Hey Cristopher? Who cried “uncle” first, at the end of your ten-year stand-off? To quote my...
- Michael Smith: Ours is the kitchen.
- Amy Mabli: That’s what happens when you give the dogs the bed.
- Deron Bauman: Sweet Jesus.
- Michael Smith: Don’t we all.
- Pam: I have a story coming out soon in a ‘little mag’, Chicago Quarterly Review. An old friend recently...
- Pam: And I thought, somedays, that my work was meaningless…
- Pam: I remember Eggleston at the Art Institute in Chicago a couple years ago. He was elegantly dressed in a dark suit...
- Christopher Walken: Hey Clusterflockers, Realize y’all are hurting. I’ve been a really close friend of my...
- Marco: This works pretty well in mobile, more so in iOS
- Michael Smith: It was not the intent of management to imply all sissies are “namby pamby”. Management was...
- Rick Neece: I take umbrage with the term “namby pamby.” Some sissies are fierce.
- Carole Corlew: Shelia. Happy no big deal day. I would start your very own post but this phone is in semi rebellion.
Beautiful, Phil. It’s funny–I thought there was a pale star showing in the upper sky here, but it turned out to be a bit of lint on my screen. I’m actually glad it isn’t there, since that would be far too charming for what is being presented here. I’m always drawn to the saddness of rural comerce.
What appears as a bowling ball on the sign is really the hole in the heart of the heartland.
Daryl, we are drawn by the same things then – I could spend my whole day wandering and shooting this stuff!
Sheila, I do believe if you walk around the other side of that sign and look into the bowl, you can see Kansas.
Whoa, that is some spooky heartland hoo-doo!