The End of the Line

My college friend Rebecca saw something earlier this year that was so unusual, she had to tell her daddy. And when she told me why, I decided I should sit down with him as well. What she had caught sight of was a caboose, something that was once nearly ubiquitous and is now scarcer than…

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TULSA TO A ‘T’

A beautiful city park nestled in the cool shadows of high-rise buildings. A world-class art museum. A battalion of food trucks serving up delicious street fare. Where are you? New York City? Nope. What about Los Angeles? Not even close. Austin, Texas? You’re getting warmer, but not quite. The truth is, it’s a lot closer…

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April Good Tasting

Salpicao over white rice topped with Batata Palha Cafe Bossa Nova, Little Rock This Brazilian chicken salad with Fuji apples, sweet peas, carrots and herbs crowned with thin strips of fried potato has been a crowd favorite since this South American eatery opened in 2002. (2701 Kavanaugh Blvd. Suite 203; (501) 614-6682) Jerk chicken plate…

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Buds ‘N’ Suds

At first, Adelia Kittrell didn’t quite know what to say to the woman yelling at her on the sidewalk. “You,” the stranger declared as she sped toward her. “You’re the girl with the blue bottles.” It was true, sure. But Kittrell was surprised by the newfound celebrity. It was late summer 2013, just a few…

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The Life That’s Left

Down a dusty, lonely road west of Petit Jean, there are two stone buildings squatting bleak and swathed in pinstripe vines. Placed at the intersection of three open fields, they’re almost like black holes in the way they blot out the sun. All the windows of the one on the left have been boarded up—every…

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Her Place in the Sun

Barbara Armstrong is a busy woman, but despite the nearly 2,000 vegetables that need planting this spring, despite the “beefalo,” goats, pigs, chickens and bees that need tending and the Argenta Farmers’ Market that needs managing, she sounds surprisingly relaxed. Spend five minutes with her, and you understand why. She was born for this life.…

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Going Greek

Few people know the struggle of dyeing 400 hard-boiled eggs, but for Lea Ging it’s an art. Since Easter of 1980, Ging has commanded a commercial kitchen full of Little Rock women who spend a morning gently scooping eggs out of vats of red dye. On the Thursday before Pascha, or Easter, they gather at…

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Rock and Roll

Cartwheels, spins, flips, pirouettes—if you wander out to one of Arkansas’ numerous whitewater streams after a big rain, you’re likely to see dozens of Arkansans practicing these moves. Only don’t expect them to be wearing leotards; a paddle and life jacket are more their style. Playboating is a form of whitewater kayaking that involves executing…

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Match Makers

It’s a crisp Wednesday night, and though Stone’s Throw Brewing in Little Rock’s Quawpaw Quarter would normally be closed tonight, the small bar attached to the brewery is packed. There are only two seats left unfilled out of the two dozen in the room, but every seat was reserved weeks ago. Bright stenciled canvases hang…

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Arkansas Sketchbook

Free of context and outside information, the photo will only say so much, leaving most everything else, interpretation and so forth, to whatever meaning the viewer decides to assign for herself. There’s the wedding band on the woman’s hand that could almost as easily be a wrinkle. There’s the one stray hair on the soldier’s…

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Pay It Forward

Four days a week, a sandwich-board outside a mosaic-encrusted storefront in downtown Clinton announces the lunch special being served up inside. Some days it’s spicy cheeseburger soup and homemade potato chips, or garden tomato soup and onion yeast bread. For dessert, it’s often peanut butter pie. Or cinnamon-apple cheesecake. Or chunky monkey banana squares. But…

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