Marc
Day Two: 1,692 miles, Little Rock, Arkansas
Written @ 12:56pm CST
First impressions of Little Rock are favorable. The people I’ve met here have been friendly, polite, and helpful (save the large church group at the airport baggage claim last night (there were about fifty of them, all crowded around Baggage Claim Area 3 (the same baggage claim area that I was trying to retrieve my bag in, which I finally did after the second rotation (and it had nothing to do w/my anti-religious views, they were just rude) ) ) ). One kind man, named Ray, even undid some of the cables from the backs of these terminals this morning, working up quite a bit of sweat on his stomach area considering the relative easiness of the job. For the most part they seem to talk to me about Wrigley Field, which I take as a good sign. The amazing part is that I’ve not been the instigator in these impromptu conversations. Somehow, word has gotten around this office (not a post office, just an office building full of postal employees being trained in various rooms) that I’m from “around” the Chicago area. Two people have told me that they would love to get up to Wrigley someday (one being Ray), and one other person has told me that he has made it to Wrigley (paying $100+ dollars for a seat on the third base line, perpendicular to the third baseman). If they are Cubs fans, I’m obliged to be cordial, no matter how thick their accents get.
Which brings me to the subject of South-Eastern US radio: I try my hardest to weasel my way into rental cars with CD players, but that wasn’t possible last night. So, I did the next best thing, and listened to the radio. After scanning through what seemed like a highly disproportionate number of Christian & Contemporary Country radio stations, I finally hit upon the University of Arkansas’ 88.3 FM station (playing the soothing sounds of improvisational jazz (my second favorite type of music to listen to on the radio, the first not even being music (Loveline on the radio is eons ahead of Loveline on MTV) ) ). There’s something terribly disheartening about hearing a guy say shit like “Hey, y’all, welcome to WUAR, th’ home of yer smooth-a! jazz. My name’z Tid, and I wull be yer man behin’ the mic’ tonight. Here’s anuther one by …” and on and on. Southern accents just sound so … strange and chaotically out of touch with everything.
I think I’ve said my piece.
Day Two: 1,692 miles, Little Rock, Arkansas
Written @ 12:56pm CST
First impressions of Little Rock are favorable. The people I’ve met here have been friendly, polite, and helpful (save the large church group at the airport baggage claim last night (there were about fifty of them, all crowded around Baggage Claim Area 3 (the same baggage claim area that I was trying to retrieve my bag in, which I finally did after the second rotation (and it had nothing to do w/my anti-religious views, they were just rude) ) ) ). One kind man, named Ray, even undid some of the cables from the backs of these terminals this morning, working up quite a bit of sweat on his stomach area considering the relative easiness of the job. For the most part they seem to talk to me about Wrigley Field, which I take as a good sign. The amazing part is that I’ve not been the instigator in these impromptu conversations. Somehow, word has gotten around this office (not a post office, just an office building full of postal employees being trained in various rooms) that I’m from “around” the Chicago area. Two people have told me that they would love to get up to Wrigley someday (one being Ray), and one other person has told me that he has made it to Wrigley (paying $100+ dollars for a seat on the third base line, perpendicular to the third baseman). If they are Cubs fans, I’m obliged to be cordial, no matter how thick their accents get.
Which brings me to the subject of South-Eastern US radio: I try my hardest to weasel my way into rental cars with CD players, but that wasn’t possible last night. So, I did the next best thing, and listened to the radio. After scanning through what seemed like a highly disproportionate number of Christian & Contemporary Country radio stations, I finally hit upon the University of Arkansas’ 88.3 FM station (playing the soothing sounds of improvisational jazz (my second favorite type of music to listen to on the radio, the first not even being music (Loveline on the radio is eons ahead of Loveline on MTV) ) ). There’s something terribly disheartening about hearing a guy say shit like “Hey, y’all, welcome to WUAR, th’ home of yer smooth-a! jazz. My name’z Tid, and I wull be yer man behin’ the mic’ tonight. Here’s anuther one by …” and on and on. Southern accents just sound so … strange and chaotically out of touch with everything.
I think I’ve said my piece.
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