Regarding Arkansas

As we've alluded to before, it's odd to go to a city for just one night, stay on the outskirts, and then leave in the morning. It's odd because you develop an impression of the place that feels as correct as if you've stayed there a week, but you know it's based on too little information.

Such is the case with Arkansas. We basically breezed through it as quickly as we could. The people were friendly enough, I guess. North Little Rock, where we detoured briefly to grab coffee, seemed a nice enough place. Yet for some reason, my impression of Arkansas is that it's, well, not a very nice place. As I drove through Tennessee, the citizens of Arkansas continued to vex me---this did not help their cause. Soon I realized I had a bitter, Arkansas-flavored taste in my mouth.

I needed an antidote. What's the opposite of Arkansas? Depeche Mode's Violator. Arkansas says "I did not sleep with that woman, Miss Lewinski." Depeche Mode's Violator says, "I did in fact sleep with that woman, Miss Lewinski, and it was both terrible and exhilarating. And she was a man."

Since we didn't take any pictures in Arkansas (really!), I'm including the cover art for Violator. Enjoy.