First timer? In this formerly once-a-day blog (and now pretty much a once-every-three-or-four days blog), I have my computer select a random latitude and longitude that puts me somewhere in the continental United States (the lower 48). I call this “landing.” I keep track of the watersheds I land in, as well as the town I land near. I do some internet research to hopefully find something of interest about my landing location. To find out more about A Landing A Day (like who “Dan” is) please see “About Landin above.
Landing number 2242; A Landing A Day blog post number 670.
Dan: Phew. After five landings in a row in repeat states, I finally landed in a new one . . . AR, lowering my Score from 1155 to 1123 (a new record low). Here’s my regional landing map:
And my local landing map:
Here’s my local streams-only map:
As you can see, I landed in the watershed of the Big Bayou (2nd hit); on to the Boeuf River (5th hit, making the Boeuf the 161st river on my list of rivers with 5 or more hits).
Note that I’m not far from the Mississippi (less than 20 miles). As you’ll see, a drop of water at my landing makes to the Gulf of Mexico without ever saying hello to the MM. Zooming back a little, and can see that the Boeuf discharges into the Ouachita (12th hit):
Here’s the whole picture:
The Ouachita makes its way to the Black (13th hit); on to the Red (61st hit); and on to the most melodic sounding river, the Atchafalaya (68th hit).
It’s time for my Google Earth (GE) spaceflight on in to SE AR. Click HERE, enjoy the trip, and then hit your “back” button.
My GE Street View coverage isn’t very good, as I can’t get closer than 3 miles to my landing spot. As it turns out, I decided to double up. I put the orange dude on a bridge over the Big Bayou, so here’s my landing SV shot combined with my local stream SV shot:
Here’s what the orange dude sees:
So, of course I checked out all of the little towns in the general vicinity of my landing. I couldn’t find much, but not much will just have to do.
From the Encyclopedia of Arkansas about Parkdale, this unexpected story of a lawless mob taking the law into its own hands:
In the early part of the twentieth century, Parkdale became notorious for violent crimes, including murders. One citizen later said, “Parkdale was terrible. There were a bunch of outlaws. It was a shoot-up town….There was a rough and rowdy white element here. It was wild.”
[Interesting that the quoted citizen had to make sure that his readers knew that there was a rowdy white element. . . ]
One of the most unusual crimes in Parkdale was the lynching of Ernest Williams, an African-American man, in June 1908. A group of African-American women had organized a league to enforce better moral conduct, and Williams had evidently not complied with their standards. Consequently, they seized him one evening, dragged him to a telegraph pole on the outskirts of Parkdale, and hanged him. His body was not discovered by local authorities until the next morning, and no one was ever charged with the crime.
Wow. If ever a crime was going to go unpunished, this sounds like this would be the one. Time to move over the Hamburg, proud I am sure of their native son Scottie Pippin. Most of us know that Scottie playing for the Chicago Bulls during the Michael Jordan era. Anyway, here are some excerpts from Wiki:
Scottie Pippen was born in 1965 in Hamburg, Arkansas, the youngest of 12 children born to Ethel and Preston Pippen. Scottie’s mother was 6 feet tall and his father was 6’1″; all of their children were tall with Scottie being the tallest. His parents could not afford to send their other children to college. His father worked in a paper mill until a stroke paralyzed his right side, prevented him from walking and affected his speech.
Pippen attended Hamburg High School. Playing point guard, he led his team to the state playoffs and earned all-conference honors as a senior, playing at a modest height of 6’ 1’’. He was not offered any college scholarships. Pippen played his college ball at the University of Central Arkansas in Conway, but did not receive much recognition until the end of his college career. He kept growing while in college, eventually reaching 6’8″. As a senior, his per game averages of 23.6 points, 10 rebounds, 4.3 assists and near 60 percent field goal shooting earned the attention and respect of NBA scouts.
No one could have guessed that a 6’ 1” guard who managed to succeed as a walk-on at the University of Central Arkansas would end up being a legitimate NBA star. My guess is that you already know all you care to know about Scottie Pippin. In the unlikely event that you want to learn more, you are on your own.
Here’s a shot of three stars of the great 1996 Bulls team: Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippin and Dennis Rodman.
I was tempted to say something about Dennis Rodman and North Korea, but decided not to bother beyond the modest sentence you’re now reading.
Anyway, it’s time to put a wrap on this post. Consistent with my difficulty in finding decent hooks, I came up pretty empty on my GE Panoramio photo search. I’ll close with this sunset shot over a cotton field, taken by OtterGreer a few miles NW of my landing:
That’ll do it . . .
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