Weekend in Newport (not the Beach)

My weekend adventure includes heading to the tiny eastern Arkansas town of Newport, where my grandmother lives. When I was younger, I used to tell people I was going to Newport for the weekend and some would respond, “Newport Beach?!” and I wouldn’t correct them, I wanted to seem cool. But now, in my old age, I value my time spend in Newport. It’s a peaceful place where I can relax, spend time with family and separate myself from technology that bounds me so tightly these days. Thus, I will be signing off of the blog for a few days. But I promise to return with tales of the family reunion and the 90th birthday party; contrary to what some may believe, the stories should exceed expectations- especially after staying in the only (janky) motel, yes motel and spending extended time with family. What great stories wouldn’t come out of that? So be patient friends, I’ll be back and join me in enjoying the simpler things of life this weekend.