Summons.

March 25, 2014, Nashville, Arkansas (Learning Center, 41 miles.)

Late call this morning and the kids are wide awake for the whole jump and it's a giant muffin for them and coffee for me at a gas station in Locksburg, population 711.
Down the street, on the high school announcement board, "God Bless." Separation of church and state comes hard in some parts of this country still.
Down the street, on the high school announcement board, "God Bless." Separation of church and state comes hard in some parts of this country still.
The mundane beauty of the Arkansas back roads in the early morning, again. Blinding sun, again.
Reading with the kids, French documentary children’s magazine for Dylan, school book for Nicolas. We have settled into Fridman’s quarters in the old shop truck, outfitted with bunk beds, one now a dinette table too, and a shower we share with Jason, a new recruit to the circus. It’s cramped and uncomfortable but we’re cosy. There is no toilet but I stopped at an RV place on the way down from Columbia to buy a porta-potty for emergencies and the kids. It feel alike old days when I came to visit Fridman on Carson and Barnes for the week end when they traveled through the Midwest and I was working as a photojournalist at The Jacksonville Journal-Courier.