Unlike the snowstorm in Arkansas, nothing seems wrong with my teeth. But the world is

strange. And the brochure department is filled with pens. But what I really want to tell

you about are these ferns, and how in Arkansas you never really admire something until it

grows on your lawn. But back to the way you stand in the southwest corner of this state.

And what 12 o'clock does to your complexion. Which is to say, you are a fern, and my

lawn is filled with ferns.