An Evening in Pea Ridge

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.