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I had a soft spot for the town named Bourbon after the drink with an eponymous water tower; too bad they didn't sell a shot glasses; but my wife, Gwynne, will slam on the brakes if she sees a giant rocking chair on the side of the road, and certainly if that chair used to be recognized by Guinness as the largest rocking chair in the world. People who try to beat World records are my kind weird.
Route 66 becomes the ZZ Highway entering the town of Uranus. When I was a kid, it was pronounced “your anus,” so we just had to visit the Uranus Fudge Factory, which also had the Largest Belt Buckle in the World; hmmm, still fits the profile. If I was ever to own and run a roadside attraction, this place would be my model: a red double-decker bus for customer seating, dinosaurs, windmills, old cars, a real circus train cage/car, and they served ice cream too.
When we stopped at the Pulaski County Visitor Center, they wanted to take a picture of Gwynne & I to put on their webpage. We signed as visitors at most places, and there were only a couple names in their book ahead of ours, so we gladly had our picture taken. Both Gwynne & I consider fried catfish a delicacy, so the “Gary Dowd’s Catfish” sign lured us in too. A little neon, some deep-fried pickles & a bottle of bottle beer put us to bed for the night.
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