There s a closer-to-home alternative for Arkansans who make the long drive each summer to sun and splash on Gulf of Mexico beaches from Texas to Florida.
In T.S. Eliot's iconic poem "The Waste Land," April is the cruelest month. In Arkansas, even with the balm of air conditioning, the cruelest month is often August. Our summer's fiery furnace keeps pumping out the heat, while cooler autumn weather seems a distant fantasy.