Field trip day today. My students visited Hoffman Media, who publish 11 magazines from a cozy little office space here in town. During our visit the students met Phyllis Hoffman DePiano, the founder and her sons who help her run the place. We heard from advertising people, designers and an editor.
We also learned that the next big food thing is going to be chocolate-covered bacon. You’re welcome.
The students enjoyed their visit and learned a great deal about cover design and magazine publishing and when that was done we hit the road. The Yankee and I have a conference in Little Rock this weekend, and so we made the drive, tucked ourselves into a hotel just across the river.
Tomorrow we’ll attend sessions. She’ll chair one and I’ll be the respondent in a session. My job is to provide some unity among the papers and offer some constructive criticism on where the papers are. I’ve never done this before, should be fun.
Tonight I had my first banana pudding milkshake in Tupelo, which sounds a lot better than saying “We stopped off the interstate and had a sandwich at Chick-fil-A.”
We stopped off the interstate and had a sandwich at Chick-fil-A.
The ubiquity of fast food places is a blessing when you’re hungry, and a curse when you’re trying to say something about the South, or your travels or your general condition. But, on the other, other hand everyone can relate to Chick-fil-A, I guess.
So the milkshake was terrific. So good, in fact, that I didn’t even mind that I spilled a bit of it on myself.
OK, that’s a lie. Of course I minded. Spills are the worst part of gravity, but at least I was covered in something delicious.

* The first time I ever visited Arkansas, as a senior in high school we were driving across the Mississippi River, the state line when we heard Alan Jackson, who sounded like he was about three days into a two-day all-nighter say that in the most disconnected tone you could imagine. One of the only other things I remember about that particular drive was seeing the “Welcome to Arkansas — Home of President William Jefferson Clinton” full of birdshot. I’d make that drive a few dozen times in my year working in Little Rock. Tonight I remembered: central Arkansas is flat. I’m sure I’ll recall more in the daylight.














