Point of Entry – US-63 near Hardy
As I pulled into Arkansas, “Tradio” was on my FM dial. As people called in to broadcast audio classified ads, they reminded me of listening to the daily “Trade Mart” on my family's radio when I was growing up. It felt like a throwback to my childhood and Arkansas made me feel welcomed and at home.
My only trip to Arkansas so far was to visit an ill friend. I’d been meaning to visit her when she was well for nearly a decade. Her sickness caused me to rent a car and make the trip. We weren’t sure how much time she had left.
Time stands still for no one. This merging of the radio “throwback” experience at the state line with the urgent need to prioritize my travels while there was still time wrapped the trip in a call to check my values and priorities.
Arkansas, thank you for calling me back home.
P.S. My friend survived and, though not completely healed, is doing well. It would be good to go back to Arkansas to visit, her and the state, again.
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