Little Rock is a very quaint, liberal, artsy community. The bike friendly town has earned it self in the top best places I have traveled to. Evidently people around here like the prospects of hiring persons who are pedal biking across America, or a “foreigner” as some would like to call it. Utah accents are a plus here. I am working on some network-connections to see if I can land a job here and stay for a bit.
Russ and I have moved out of Keith’s place and into a couchsurfers home. Adam (our host) is very sincere and positive. I am grateful that we can rest in a home while Russ recovers. I am waking up early and exploring the city when the weather permits. One minute it will be cloudy and cold but within 30 minutes or so I am sweating beads in the scorching sun. Interesting to say the least.
This morning I came across a band playing a gig for a local TV station:
“Poor Boy Tango”, A very cool band with a “kings of Leon” sound. Raw and Rock. Good stuff!
They have invited me to a party they are throwing this Saturday 40 miles out of town. I am taking a very serious thought of heading out to join them. Tonight I will see them play a show and hopefully meet up with them there after. Regarding their names: Patrick, Kyle, Matt, Ron, and Chris…was easy enough to remember, seeming that my name is Patrick, my middle name is Kyle, and my brothers name is Matt. Ironic. This is just another day, another encountering adventure.