Arkansas is big mule and donkey country. It’s big wagon train and chuck wagon racing country too. And for that you want a hell of a mule.

I guess folks think I’ve got a hell of a mule. Or Maggie could make them one.

Most days, a fellow in a battered Ford F-150 pulls up and says “Wanna sell that mule?” and I say “Nope, he’d only run back to me if I sold him.”