Ozark is another one of those Arkansas specific courthouses. Charleston, on the other hand, is handsome in red brick. I not only like both of them, but I think I am actually quite happy with them in general. Both are good looking and traditional as opposed to some places that have one really good one and one really crappy one. Therefore kudos to Franklin County. Not that they give a gosh darn what a tourist thinks, but they’re doing it right as far as I’m concerned.
There’s a lot of monuments on the grounds, all war related. Special notice to Desert Storm there. There will never be anything on a war memorial I will like seeing more than that everyone returned home. Then again, there’s also some Tennyson and that damned quote again! Killing me here, folks!
Someone was kind enough to put a cache on a yellow fire hydrant about a block away from the courthouse in Ozark. That made things so much easier because having to go to a courthouse can sometimes be a bit of a pain in the ass to begin with. Let’s be honest: going to the center of each county adds a lot of time to my travel. If I could skirt the edges of counties, I would probably have another 50 or 100 counties at this point. Having to go to two courthouses? That really burns a lot of time I wish I didn’t have to burn. And yes, I am more than aware that the entire courthouse thing is a completely arbitrary, self-imposed restriction. Doesn’t mean I’m not going complain about it from time to time, either.
But that’s neither here nor there. In the end, both towns ended up in my rear view mirror, but the same woes would come upon me again when I made it to…