A cousin got married a few months back, in Arkadelphia. Somehow, I spent 5 years at Henderson State, right across the highway, and didn’t know about this park nestled between Ouachita Baptist University and the Ouachita River.

It was a nice opportunity to sit around, after everything was over and just enjoy the beautiful weather and calm scenery. Nobody has time for things like this anymore. Or at least we think we don’t.

In fact my dad grew up not 300 yards from this place, back in the 1920’s I think. He’s really old. Stories he’s told of the area involve running up and down the river as a kid, with his dog. In particular making a habit of walking several miles up river, and floating back home on various assortments of insect-laiden logs.

Back to the photo(s), I must say that in all my journeys, my wife and her grandmother are probably the most adept and powerful women I’ve come in contact with. Sitting in this shady spot for all of 15 minutes, over this time they made at least 240 decisions, established various directives, and issued multi-step far-reaching instructions for the rest of us to follow without question.

I’m kidding.

No I’m not.