The charming town of Piggott (population 3,774) sits on the edge of Crowley’s Ridge looking eastward toward the Delta, and it’s surrounded on three sides by Missouri. Happily for Arkansas, though, it’s all ours.
My grandfather and his brother-in-law would take Ernest Hemingway hunting when he came to town. After the hunt, they would have bourbons at the secretary, leaving rings from the glasses. The lady of the house would get so mad, she would make Ernest come in the back door of the house and then she would leave when he was in the room. You can still see the rings on the writing surface!