Well, here I am. It is evening and I am walking, trying to make up time since my plane here from NY was delayed. As it gets dark I am hungry. The local steakhouse is closed. I see the light on the hill just above the well manicured driving tee. As I enter the club house of the golf club I am warmly received by the local Arkansas folks. We chat, I meet Roger Fisher, family, and friends.
The next morning over McDonald’s coffee I ask Roger. “What should I look for in Arkansas”. “It’s the people. We are just friendly. That is the most important thing about Arkansas.