Norfork is the  landscape of my soul. And, as Norman MacLean wrote, a river runs through it – the White River. For my folks, this place was the Promised Land. For me, it’s the place where sanity lives. This blog is my Arkansas Walden; infinite reflections from a single place. I hope you’ll join me. Sit in the next chair, look out at the River, think absolutely nothing, and let it all come to you. It will. I promise.