‘We love you like Sunday and treat you like Saturday night’
We’d just picked up provisions yesterday in Flippin, headed next for the Yellville post office, when Deb said, “I really wish there was a Taco Bell near here.”
I turned and scowled at her. Yeah, there’s one of those (and a McDonald’s) in Gassville, miles out of our way. I’m not immune myself to fast-food cravings, but these days I find myself more inclined toward local fare and less interested in mass-produced food from some chain.
Walking distance from the post office is Laura’s Mexican Kitchen, one of our favorite eateries. I figured that’d scratch Deb’s itch.
She had the enchilada plate. I chose chorizo street tacos (pictured). Massive platters of handmade grub beats burritos-in-a-bag every time.
We chilled the afternoon away at the RV. After feeding the pups and gassing up the generator, we drove back into town for a beer at Crooked Creek Pub. To our surprise, seated at the next table were our Cajun neighbors from down The Mountain (a half-mile away).
It was great catching up. Good folks.
At one point the front door opened and another patron walked in — beard, ponytail, ball cap, by himself. I watched as he stepped to the bar and talked with one of the owners. She came over to our table, smiling.
“That gentleman just won a hundred twenty bucks on a scratch-off,” she said, motioning over her shoulder. “He wants to buy a round for the bar.” We accepted and raised our glasses in gratitude to the man, who sat quietly at a corner table.
It wasn’t a show, and he wasn’t a show-off. This was simple generosity.
On Saturdays during the summer months, for the last 22 years Yellville has hosted “Music on The Square.” It’s a free concert series — humble, down-home, family-friendly. Once Deb and I had finished our beers at the pub, we walked across the street to take in the show.
A few hundred people braved the heat last night (still 90°F at 7pm), most sitting in folding chairs on the street next to the courthouse. On-stage, to our delight, was none other than Marty Brown — straight outta Kentucky, member of that state’s Country Music Hall of Fame, co-writer of the Tracy Byrd hit, “I’m From The Country.”
Great show.
The crowd was attentive and appreciative, far from rowdy. A number of couples, including our Cajun neighbors, took advantage of the dance floor in front of the stage. Lots of straw cowboy hats, and not the costume kind.
It was as Country as Country gets.
We felt at home. I think that’s the best I can say it.
It was almost dark when we got back to The Mountain. Clouds were rolling in, which made for a wonderful sunset.
We did get a little rain overnight — very little — and this morning temperatures rose slowly. We were able to stay outdoors, chase the shade and stay quite comfortable ’til nearly noon.
Chores and responsibilities resume tomorrow. Dirt work will happen Tuesday or Wednesday. We might get lucky and have electric this week.
Today was for relaxin’, for dreamin’ some, and for lovin’ this life.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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