The Asylum Arkansas
Momentary silence is a blessing in this place of madness. It is so rare that I find a moment to think…reflect…remember the past. The soft glow of the fireplace off of oak paneled walls reminds me of the innocence of my youth. An oil lamp flickers on my desk, though we have possessed the modern convenience of electricity for over 80 years, it is hard to give up old habits. Don’t miss The Asylum Arkansas.