On a Road in Arkansas
We had been in Branson, Missouri, meandering through the Ozarks, on a very dark night. Kate was driving, when I happened to notice the above sign. It took me several seconds to process the words I had read, after which she put the car in reverse, that I might take this fuzzy shot. This was during the Clinton administration, and I found it ironic that the Presidents home state would allow such a group to sponsor anything, including litter pick-up.
