When I get back, I'll tell stories galore of the wonders of Arkansas. And maybe a story about my 83-year old grandmother pushing a car. Or how I got a call from Barry White, from beyond the grave.
In the meantime, enjoy this photo of an authentic, historic sod house in Nebraska. Also, note on the left the scary fake Native American, riding a fake horse, hunting a rather small and sad fake buffalo. All next to a Shell gas station! Oh Nebraska.
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