“Ah, Malvern. Home of the Leopards. Population 10,839. County seat of Hot Spring County. Origins rooted in the railroad and the self-proclaimed Brick Capital of the World…”
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Hometown, Revisited: The Definition of Hope
“On my first trip to Hope, the boyhood home of Bill Clinton, I was so focused on eats that I neglected to really ruminate on the quote attributed to Joe Purvis, a contemporary of the former president…”
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Hometown: DeWitt
Historically speaking, DeWitt’s been a lucky place. In the early 1850s, it won a place as county seat of Arkansas County when Arkansas Post—the first French settlement west of the Mississippi—became too depopulated and too far southeast for residents needing to do county business…”
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Hometown, Revisited: Satisfying The Body, Brain And Belly in Bentonville
IT’S BEEN SAID that Arkansas has 12 seasons: Winter, Fool’s Spring, Second Winter, Spring of Deception, Third Winter, The Pollening, Actual Spring, Summer, Hell’s Front Porch, False Fall, Second Summer, and Actual Fall. But where can you go to have fun, come rain or come shine (or come pollen)? Bentonville. You can reach for the…
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Hometown, Revisted: (Still) Spellbound in Jasper
“Between the divine food at Blue Mountain Cafe, the healing waters at Steel Creek and the hypnotic cardboard buffalo head I got at Emma’s Museum of Junk, Jasper was just as entrancing as I had imagined. So what’s Jasper like now? Every bit as magical as I remember.”
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Hometown: The Seasons of Berryville
Hometown: The Heart of Paragould
MY TWO best friends and I are headed almost as northeast as you can get without leaving the state of Arkansas—to Paragould, population 28,488. Before the three of us even get to the city limits, we see three signs that make us think the town’s going to be a blast: The Party Store Liquor Shop…
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Hometown: All Aglow Over Winslow
“You know how they say something tugs at your heartstrings? Winslow tugs at my soul strings”
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Hometown: Taking a Shot at Van Buren
Hometown: Learning The Hardy Way
I MAY HAVE made a terrible mistake. I have come to the small town of Hardy—population 772—on a Sunday. In the rain. With my city-born and -bred 14-year-old. “I just want something to happen today,” Avery said on the 2 1/2-hour drive here from central Arkansas, and I don’t think buckets of water falling from the sky and an almost completely shuttered town qualify as “happening.”
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Hometown: Feeling The Love in Clarksville
I HAVE ANXIOUSLY looked forward to my Saturday escape to Clarksville; my husband, Dave, has been getting on my last nerve all week. After 22 years of marriage, sometimes all I can see are the dirty clothes on the floor and unwashed dishes in the sink and those stupid water spots dotting the bathroom mirror…
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