Camping Out

Camping OutWe drove into arkansas, my wife and I, drinking cheap wine and singing "Row, row, row your boat," on a perfect April weekend. She stuck her head out the window like a puppy and filled her lungs with spring and squealed with the relief of having left city congestion behind. I stuck my head out and a bug hit my chin; and whereas that should have been an omen, I laughed it off, saying better a good, clean country bug than a cockroach.The previous evening, we had been lying in b...