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@Arkypatriot Yes ma’am. I entered my son‘s dog and she won May Calendar 2024. So I bought a calendar and a puzzle. Got two really nice glasses with her picture on it just here this year.
Happy and Good Saturday. Today's Arkansas interest post is a musical one! 🎵🎶
Tony Joe White may have been born in Louisiana, but Arkansas became the place he truly called home.
Known as “The Swamp Fox,” White blended blues, country, rock, soul, and Southern storytelling into a sound all his own. His biggest hit, “Polk Salad Annie,” became a worldwide classic, later performed by Elvis Presley, while his songs were recorded by artists including Tina Turner, Joe Cocker, Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, Ray Charles, Tim McGraw, and Kenny Chesney.
Seeking a quieter life away from the spotlight, White moved his family to the Ozark Mountains, where Arkansas’s beauty became a constant source of inspiration. The Natural State also found its way into his music with the unforgettable “They Caught the Devil and Put Him in Jail in Eudora, Arkansas,” one of the most unique songs ever written about Arkansas.
Over a career spanning more than 50 years and 40 albums, Tony Joe White influenced generations of musicians while staying true to his Southern roots. When he passed away in 2018, his family honored his wishes by burying him at Polk Salad Valley Ranch in Stone County, Arkansas.
Some people are born somewhere else, but become Arkansans by choice. Tony Joe White was one of them.
Another monster is now behind bars!
Father left his toddler to cook alive in a hot truck so he could get a haircut and slam Fireball shots at a bar.
Scott Allen Gardner parked his truck in Volusia County, FL, with his 18-month-old son Sebastian strapped in the back seat. Outside temperature was in the 90s. He walked into a barbershop, then spent more than three hours inside Hanky Panky’s Lounge drinking beer and Fireball while his baby slowly died.
By the time anyone found the child, his body temperature had climbed to around 111 degrees. Rigor mortis had already set in.
Gardner pleaded no contest to second-degree murder.
On July 23, 2026, he was sentenced to 42 years in prison.
Some people should never be parents.
K-9 Chilli, a dedicated bomb-detection dog with the Pitt County Sheriff’s Office, tragically passed away on June 11 after being left in a hot patrol car. Investigators ruled the incident an accident on a day when temperatures reached 99 degrees. The experienced handler has been deeply affected by the loss of his partner. Chilli had only joined the department in May 2025 and served with honor. The sheriff’s office is now pushing for better vehicle safety systems to protect future K-9 officers.
@ThrillaRilla369 Walmart definitely knows how to manipulate the situation!! They’ve always been shit holes to work for! I know this because I worked for them for a few years back when they would hire kids at age 16.
Walmart underpays employees so much that they qualify for food stamps & then their employees buy groceries at Walmart, thereby putting their employees in poverty while profiting off of it & then get a TAX CREDIT for hiring a person on food stamps.
Diabolical
Every Friday, I wear red.
For many people, Red Friday is a simple gesture of support for our deployed military. For me, it is something much deeper. It is a reminder. A memory. A promise.
Years ago, my fiancé deployed to Iraq. He was part of the mission searching for SCUD missiles. Like so many brave men and women who answer the call of duty, he willingly put himself in harm’s way to protect others and serve his country.
He never came home the way we prayed he would.
Instead of running into my arms, he came home draped in the American flag, carried in a coffin.
That is why Red Friday hits a little differently for me.
Every Friday, I think about the dreams we never got to share, the life we never got to build, and the future that was taken from us far too soon. There will always be a place in my heart that belongs to him.
But while he did not return to his earthly home, I find comfort knowing he reached his eternal home. Heaven became his final destination, where pain, war, and sacrifice no longer exist.
Because of him, I understand the true meaning behind the words “Remember Everyone Deployed.” I know firsthand that every deployed service member is someone’s child, spouse, fiancé, parent, sibling, or best friend. Behind every uniform is a family waiting, hoping, praying, and counting the days until they come home.
So every Friday, I wear red not only for the deployed but also for those who made the ultimate sacrifice. I wear red for the families carrying invisible wounds. I wear red for the empty chairs at dinner tables and the memories that never fade.
Most of all, I pray.
I pray daily for the safe return of every man and woman serving far from home. I pray that they return safely to the arms of those who love them. I pray that more families receive homecomings instead of heartbreak.
And until they all come home, I will continue to wear red.
For the deployed.
For the fallen.
For my fiancé.
For every hero who answered the call.
Until they all come home.