Pea Ridge

But now it's just a little bit of proof in the pudding.

All right, let's go to our man Bill from Pea Ridge on the High Impact Analytics text line at 479-587-9921.

He says, Hey, Eric, first things first, we got a W, a real SEC win, and I'm so thankful for that.

It's been far too long since we could say that.

That ain't leadership, Eric.

And a win doesn't fix it.

That's Bill from Pea Ridge.

Well, here's what I would say to that, Bill.

Two streams at one time is the on- only way you actually get to watch it.

Uh, this one coming from our man Bill in Pea Ridge, who says that, uh, "They say rats abandon a sinking ship.

I think in this case," and he's talking about, uh, Jeremiah Dent, the running back, "he's refusing to get on a ship that he knows that's gonna sink." And he very well could be.

He could look at Arkansas and think, "I don't really have much of a chance to win here, so this is why I'm not coming." So it's imperative that Ryan Silverfield and his staff convince him that they can win, start on Saturday, win against Vanderbilt, but also convince him that he's gonna have a big part in helping turn this program around.

No, no, no.

My son in Pea Ridge is maybe

five.

Yeah.

They're going to be given money.

They may live in Pea Ridge, and they may live in Blyville or whatever.

Tiny Town? Whatever.

Bentonville or whatever.

Um, I mean, that's the problem.

I asked for memes, Bill from Pea Ridge delivered.

But I just don't think it's as simple as everybody wants it to be.

And it's not anymore.

So now we're gonna see what that hap- what happens when this test is turned into a form for someone to fill out and complete.

Um, the way this test is gonna work, uh, we're gonna use the example of Adrian McGonagal, age 40 from Pea Ridge, Arkansas.

Uh, worked at the shipping department of Southwest Poultry, um, but had, Adrian had no health insurance from his employer.

Judge Boasberg, um, is gonna be the, the sort of case, the author of the court case we're looking at, opened his 2019 opinion with the, the account of Mr. Adrian McGonagal.

This recording is in the public domain.

Verses Inscriptive and Memorial by Herman Melville Read for LibriVox.org On the Home Guards Who Perished in the Defense of Lexington, Missouri the men who here in harness died fell not in vain though in defeat they by their end well fortified the calls and built retreat with memory of their valour tried for emulous hearts in many an after fray hearts sore beset which died at bay Inscriptions for graves at Pea Ridge, Arkansas.

let none misgive we died amiss when here we strove in furious fight furious it was nathless was this better than tranquil plight and tame surrender of the calls hallowed by hearts and by the laws we here who warred for man and right the choice of warring never laid with us there we were ruled by the traitor's choice nor long we stood to trim and poise but marched and fell victorious the fortitude of the north under the disaster of the second manassas they take no shame for dark defeat while prizing yet each victory won who fight for the right through all retreat nor pause until their work is done the cape of storms is proof to every throw vainly against their foreland beat wild winds aloft and wilder waves below the black cliffs gleam through rents in sleet when the livid antarctic storm-clouds glow on the men of maine killed in the victory of baton rouge louisiana afar they fell it was the zone of fig and orange cane and lime a land how all unlike their own with the cold pine grove overgrown but still their countries climb and there in youth they died for her the volunteers for her went up their dying prayers so vast the nation yet so strong the tie what doubt shall come then to deter the republic's earnest faith and courage high an epitaph when sunday tidings from the front made pale the priest and people and heavily the blessing went and bells were dumb in the steeple the soldier's widow summering sweetly here in shade by waving beeches lent felt deep at heart her faith content and priest and people borrowed of her cheer Inscription for Mary's Heights, Fredericksburg.

to them who crossed the flood, and climbed the hill, with eyes upon the heavenly flag intent, and through the dreadful tumult went even unto death, to them this stone, erect where they were overthrown, of more than victory, the monument, the mound by the lake, the grass shall never forget this grave when homeward footing it in the sun after the weary ride by rail the stripling soldiers passed her door wounded perchance or wan and pale she left her household work undone duly the wayside table spread with evergreen shaded to regale each travel spent and grateful one so warm her heart childless unwed who like a mother comforted on the slain of chickamauga happy are they and charmed in life who through long wars arrive unscarred at peace to such the wreath be given if they unfalteringly have striven in honour as in limb unmarred let cheerful praise be rife and let them live their years at ease musing on brothers who victorious died loved mates whose memory shall ever please and yet mischance is honourable too seeming defeat in conflict justified whose end to closing eyes is his from view the will that never can relent the aim survivor of the bafflement make this memorial due an uninscribed monument on one of the battlefields of the wilderness silence and solitude may hint whose home is in yon piney wood what i though tableted could never tell the din which here befell and striving of the multitude the iron cones and spheres of death set round me in their rust these two if just shall speak with more than animated breath thou who beholdest if thy thought not narrowed down to personal cheer take in the import of the quiet here the after quiet the calm full fraught thou too wilt silent stand silent as i and lonesome as the land on sherman's men who fell in the assault of kenesaw mountain georgia they said that fame her clarion dropped because great deeds were done no more that even duty knew no shining ends and glory twas a fallen star but battle can heroes and bards restore nay look at kenneth's soul perils the mailed ones never knew are lightly braved by the ragged coats of blue and gentler hearts are bared to deadlier war on the grave of a young cavalry officer killed in the valley of virginia beauty and youth with manners sweet and friends gold yet a mind not unenriched had he whom here low violets veil from eyes but all these gifts transcended be his happier fortune in this mound you see a requiem for soldiers lost in ocean transports when after storms that woodlands rue to valleys comes atoning dawn the robins blithe their orchard sports renew and meadow-larks no more withdrawn carolling fly in the languid blue the while from many a hid recess alert to partake the blessedness the pouring mites their airy dance pursue so after ocean's ghastly gales when laughing light of hoyden morning breaks every finny hider wakes from vaults profound swims up with glittering scales through the delightsome sea he sails with shoals of shining tiny things frolic on every wave that flings against the prow its showery spray all creatures joying in the morn save them forever from joyance torn whose bark was lost where now the dolphins play save them that by the fabled shore down the pale stream were washed away far to the reef of bones are born and never revisits them the light nor sight of long-sought land and pilot more nor heed they now the lone bird's flight round the lone spar where mid-sea surges pour on a natural monument in a field of georgia no trophy this a stone unhewn and stands where here the field immures the nameless brave whose palms are won outcast they sleep yet fame is nigh pure fame of deeds not doers nor deeds of men who bleeding die in cheer of hymns that round them float in happy dreams such close the eye but withering famine slowly wore and slowly fell disease did gloat even nature's self did aid deny they choked in horror the pensive sigh yea oft from home sad memory bore though anguished yearning heaved that way lest wreck of reason might befall as men in gales shun the lee shore though there the homestead be and call and thitherward winds and waters sway as such lorn mariners so fared they but naught shall now their peace their fame is this they did endure endure where fortitude was vain to kindle any approving strain which they might hear to these who rest this healing sleep alone was sure commemorative of a naval victory sailors there are of gentlest breed yet strong like every goodly thing the discipline of arms refines and the wave gives tempering the damasked blade its beam can fling it lends the last grave grace the hawk the hound and sworded nobleman in titian's picture for a king are of hunter's or warrior race in social halls a favoured guest in years that follow victory won how sweet to feel your festal fame in woman's glance instinctive throne repose is yours your deed is known it musks the amber wine it lives and sheds a little from storied days rich as october sunsets brown which make the barren place to shine but seldom the laurel wreath is seen unmixed with pensive pansies dark there's a light and a shadow on every man who at last attains his lifted mark nursing through night the ethereal spark elate he never can be He feels that spirits which glad had hailed his worth sleep in oblivion.

health problems.

Or she got hit by that drunk driver up there between Pea Ridge and...

172?

Yeah, east of...

Yeah.

And then of course, I don't know whatever happened to that.

I think Pea Ridge probably botched it.

That's