We're where?

Here's a phrase I never thought I'd use: We're in Arkansas. Little Rock is apparently plagued by roving bands of ice thieves, since we have to use our room key card to get ice. And that's about all I have to say about Arkansas. It's mile after mile after mile of nothing, punctuated by gas stations and fast food outlets. At least that's the view from the interstate.

More places Andy wouldn't let me stop:

• Graceland
• The handbag outlet