Soon after we returned from Europe, Bill offered to take me on another journey -- this time to the place he called home.

Bill picked me up at the airport in Little Rock on a bright summer morning in late June. We made our way through the Arkansas River Valley with its low-slung magnolia trees, and into the Ouachita Mountains, stopping at overlooks and dropping by country stores so Bill could introduce me to the people and places he loved. As dusk fell, we arrived, at last, in Hot Springs, Arkansas.

…

…

…

 

>> 网页版功能未完善，完整内容，请使用微信小程序。