balding angrily

Main Street, Eureka Springs is a very strange amalgamation of:

• Gays
• Rednecks
• Harley riders
• Hippies
• Christianity gone wild

Next to a jewelry shop with a rainbow flag, attended by a skinny, goatee’d gentleman, sits a coffee shop attended by a woman with dreads unafraid to let her underarm hair grow free, which sits next to a shop with t-shirts with slogans like, “If you think this THIS is hot, wait until you feel the fiery depths of hell,” which sits next to a parking lot with four or five leather-chapped-and-be-jacketed, beer-gutted, handkerchief-as-headwear-sporting gentlemen leaning on their bikes and a Ford F-150 with a Confederate Flag in its rear window. You can see all these things in a two-minute span.

I had a pretty good time, and I have to give credit to Jerry and his sister. I took photos; you can view them in my flickr photostream.