Okemah, OK

Drove 400-something miles today, sort of by accident.
See, I got up this morning and, after blowing off Graceland, boogied across the mighty Mississippi River into Arkansas. I didn't expect to get across Arkansas in a single day, so I stopped and had a leisurely lunch at McDonald's. Then, after observing some local street theater (a hillbilly hippie couple panhandling for dollars by the McDonald's playground), climbed back into my car and continued on my merry way.
And crossed the border into Oklahoma.
Huh?
How'd that happen?
I guess Arkansas isn't as big as I thought it was. There's a sex joke in there somewhere from my youth, but I'm too refined to make it now.
So, here I sit, in a hotel in Okemah, Oklahoma, typing this and thinking that Okemah, Oklahoma sounds like the title of a song from an off-Broadway musical. Something with cowboys and lady gunslingers and a big, brassy musical number involving twirling lariats and jingling spurs.
Yeah. I think I've been driving too long too.
Look! I've only got 1643 miles to go!
Woohoo! - MEL