when not enlisting fire brigades and battling "claims adjusters", I spent time in Pea Ridge, Arkansington. it was the site of a battle during that disastrous conflict between the states.
seemingly, it has changed little in the century and a half since "the ugliness".
a musical group performed at the town's summertime jamboree. several members boast no meager talent. they sang of fire and brimstone as well as salvation and the rapture.
admittedly, I preferred those tunes featuring the latter.
and although the town square at Pea Ridge is no Twelve Oaks,
the Wilkes family never provides such novel diversions at their picnics.