Traveling BACK TO 1908 ARKANSAS DRUG STORE POSTCARD CAPTURES A MOMENT LOST TO TIME
I have probably told y’all this before, and I will probably say it many times more in the months and years to come, but there are times in my life when my feet itch. Life has seemed to have thrown me a curveball and I have a bit of trouble hitting the bender. Lately, when I walk outside my door, I don’t even recognize the world anymore; it’s like everything is just a bit off plumb.
During times like this, I generally have a hard time figuring out what to write about. I find a lot of peace in traveling, and I derive quite a bit of inspiration from the small towns I wander through, but the two or three adventures I would go on in a year’s time have been reduced to pretty much nothing. These trips are what keep me centered.
Recently I was sitting at my desk, pondering over our next visit, when I happened to look up at my great-grandfather’s picture. His name was Ben Freeland. From what I remember, his family was from the Shell Rock, Iowa, area. Maybe some of his relatives still reside in that area; I don’t know. In the picture he is just sitting there in his World War I uniform with his legs crossed, looking unimpressed and not really all that enthused about what is going on.
As I was giving his picture a good goin’ over, I got to wondering if he ever felt the same
