I haven’t written up ACL yet but will tomorrow.
Meanwhile, the larger narrative is I’ve finally escaped from Texas only to find myself stopped in Rockport, AR having fallen short of the goal of Little Rock. There’s some debate as to whether we’re technically in Rockport or it’s larger neighbor Malvern but I’m going with the former for it’s acoustical aesthetics. The part of Arkansas we’ve been through has been extremely foggy, forcing my mind to foreshadow ahead to unpleasant low budget horror film scenarios. (OK, verified hotel door is locked.) Speaking to the desk clerk has already destroyed my ability to speak non-accented English. There’s a Waffle House (open 24 hours!) within piglet chucking distance next door and while my new copilot (and manual transmission operator extraordinaire) doesn’t know it yet we’re having some breakfast eggs there tomorrow. Today’s post-Austin miles have almost entirely taken place after dark so I didn’t see much countryside but did pass through both Midlothian and Hope, AR, home to very many multicolored signs about the former president.
Tomorrow, Tennessee! If we survive the night.