I sit outside on the second-floor balcony and savor a cup of coffee along with a cinnamon roll from the German bakery in Arkadelphia. I watch Friday morning traffic on U.S. 67 before returning to my room at the Captain Henderson House.
Once my parents were no longer living, my sister and I sold the family home. That meant I had to do something I had never done find a place other than the house at 648 Carter Road to spend the night when visiting Arkadelphia.