A place called Hope

This morning, Cas and I got up, headed out the door for some breakfast and begin the journey to Little Rock, Arkansas. We stopped along the way at Bill Clinton's former home in Hope, Arkansas.

Unfortunately, the house had been damaged by fire around Christmas time, so we could not enter it. We did visit the welcome center and exhibit in an adjacent property. We also had a pretty darn good hamburger at a place up the street called Tailgaters. 

It was interesting to see the exhibits with all of the photos of a much much younger person. It looked like Bill Clinton had had a relatively happy childhood, in spite of the fact that his father died before he was born.

Anyhow, we spent a little time in Hope. I was particularly impressed with the incredible proximity of Clinton's childhood home to the railroad tracks. If a football field is a valid form of measurement, I would guess it was only one of those from his childhood front door to a railroad track. Must have been hard to get the little guy to sleep with the noise at such frequent intervals. We heard a pair of trains pass the restaurant where we stayed only long enough to eat lunch. 

But that was a bit of a roadside attraction for us. Tonight, we play in downtown Little Rock. Tomorrow, we see the presidential library.