N aturally this delighted our senses, and sensitivities, and sensibilities, with the Billary team in the big house, and we being on their native ground. Yet we were skeptical, so dove off the Interstate (being hungry anyway) and struck up a conversation with the lady running the BBQ place. Well, she had a pamphlet on the counter advertising the Hope Watermelon Festival, and sure enough, there was Gov. Huckabee and his band "Capital Offense" appearing Saturday at prime time.
N ow people, if this is not pure Americana, the warmth and essence of the women and men and children and puppies and hogs and dirt yards and automobiles and mosquitoes as big as scorpions, the junkyards and backyards and the diesel trains and plasticoid lace, the sciatic nerve and synaptic responses, and those dirty, dirty streets of home, then what is? What more colorful cultural ruralism than a Watermelon festival! This is a great land we live in, our highest elected officials getting down and partying with the common man.
I t is late and I must go. Click in tomorrow for more news from Planet Arkadelphia. (And in case you're wondering, "Arkadelphia" is a real place in Arkansas.)