Things Are Different in Fountain Lake

A Recent Addition At A Motorcycle Shop
This is fairly new to the neighborhood. It’s parked outside a motorcycle repair store on Highway 5.

I’ve lived in the community of Fountain Lake, Arkansas with my husband for 25 years. It’s about ten miles outside of Hot Springs.

Fountain Lake is on Highway 5/Park Avenue, which used to be the old Little Rock Highway. For more than 150 years (I’m guessing) wagons, stagecoaches then cars traveled to and from from the state capital on Highway 5/Park Avenue.

All this to say, Highway 5 is one of the oldest roads in the area. And it shows.

Nice Windows, Nice Door…No Roof

Everyday for 25 years I’ve driven past all kinds of unusal/funky and quirky landmarks in Fountain Lake. Some old, some newer…but all of them are beautiful, interesting or weird.

I believe Fountain Lake is  different than  other Garland County Communities. Kids who grow up in this area generally stay here and their kids go to Fountain Lake.

Often times we are a little suspicious of new folks.  We have lots of churches, one bar Buzz Too but the heart of the community is the school and the Shell Station at the Junction of Highways 5 and 7.  For a long long time that gas station was called David and David’s, and still is by old timers.   And the ladies that worked at David and David’s seemed to have a pretty tight clique that favored men.  It took me a long time to gain acceptance at the gas station when I first moved in with Alex.  But the ladies loved him!

Most of us have driven past all of these locations so many times we really don’t pay much attention.

Fountain Lake, it’s really kind of different out here.

A failed pizza joint that tried to turn into an Escape Room. For a while there was no “e” on the big escape room sign. This is what it looks like now. A little creepy. But it’s right there on the side of the road.


Arbordale was a terrific swimming destination in the 30s and 40s, with docks, diving boards, paddle boats. People danced to live music back in the day!
Arbordale was a terrific swimming destination in the 30s and 40s, with docks, diving boards, paddle boats. People danced to live music back in the day!
Fountain Lake used to have a Motel! This sign still stands on the side of the road across from the Fountain Lake Middle School.
I just love these mailboxes across the street from the school. Not sure who’s they were.


I really don’t know what this sign means. Either they have questions or maybe answers.


I absolutely  love that this big tent pops up several times a year, right in front of the bar, Buzz Too for a church revival, and after the revival it sometimes turns into a fireworks stand!


I Lost My Friend….To Gossip

graveyardLosing a friend, when you are an adult, is terrible, seriously something horrible, especially if you are a woman.  When you are a kid you have a gang, so losing one …plus or minus…is bad but it’s ok.

I lost a very dear and cherished friend about a year ago and I still ache. I have a million “friends” but very few (maybe two) friends I let into the inner circle of my family, that I trust with secrets and worries and concerns. And I only had one that I trusted with the truth about my life and my children and my family. Just one. Some people are blessed with a gaggle.

So, I found out one day because a loud mouth  twenty something chef said something like, “oh, your best friend said your daughter is a habitual liar, charming, but can’t be trusted.” When I asked my dear and beautiful friend she said yes, it was true.  Late at night, at a party and lots of beers she had made that kind of statement.

At first, I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t have anyone to talk to because she was gone.  I knew I could no longer trust her with my worries and concerns.  I knew I loved her so much I would always tell her the truth and share my life with her. So I had to “divorce” a friend I loved and needed so much.  It’s a friendly divorce, because I still lover her desperately and wish her well. But I can never trust again.

My husband is a dude. When he heard the story he was quick to say, “cut her off,” but he doesn’t seem to need friends.  Family is all he needs.  I needed her.

To this day I still don’t have any one like her. I don’t have a dear dear friend that I can trust one hundred percent.There is a gaping hole in my life and heart.She is lucky and lovely and has moved on and has lots of friends and pals and support.  We are different animals.

So, bottom line. If you have a friend, don’t take that for granted, especially if you are an adult. Cherish and protect that friendship.  Some of us are lucky and have a whole gang of grown up pals, some of us only have a select and coveted few.

Always take care.


The Meanest bus Driver On The Planet

cobraSchool starts in four days and I have to worry about a lot of stuff for my kids. Will Sandor be alright in the new middle school building.  Will Lexie keep her grade point above a 3.5, will she get all her college stuff filled out in time, will Sandor take school seriously or develop a toxic case of  “boy disease “, will I get a new cowbell for this year’s football season? (the clanker fell out of me last year).


Thankfully there’s one thing I don’t have to worry about. Our school bus. For more than fifteen years my kids have had the same bus driver. Coach R. He’s a monster, he’s strict/mean/harsh/scary. And  he’s the best bust driver on the planet. The man doesn’t take &*%# from anybody and rules his school bus like Russian Prime Minister. It’s a beautiful thing.

This summer Sandor and Sam went to day camp. Every morning I waiting in the parking lot for the big yellow school bus to arrive and take them to a day filled with ponies, zip lines, catfish, canoes and bible verses. They loved camp but HATED the bus ride. When I asked them why Sandor said, “The bus driver is terrible, she doesn’t care about anything! So every body screams the whole time, they all throw stuff like pencils, kick the back of the seats and fall out into the isle when we go around a corner and she doesn’t say anything, ever!”

Sam was nodding his blonde head in agreement, “She doesn’t care what we do, Miss Diana. It’s like she’s deaf or something.”

They were two indigent little boys, frustrated by the obvious lack of leadership and adult supervision.

(Sidebar: Adults…most kids want order and supervision. They count on us, the adults in their lives, to make rules and set limits. If you are a lame ass grown up who lets kids get away with anything because you want to be the “cool parent” you are an idiot and you are letting your kids down. Now, some body please help me off this soapbox).

Last year I had to sit in a court room and watch a video from a local school bus. For ten minutes a girl was picked on, smacked, tormented, yelled at and bullied. Kids were standing up, yelling and obnoxious. The bus driver didn’t do a damn thing for twelve minutes.  Her defense? “I didn’t’ want to mess up my schedule.”

That kind of stuff does not happen on Coach R’s bus. Little kids sit up front and are safe, nobody screams or nobody goes home. If he suspects there’s something wrong at a house or nobody is home, he keeps the little kids on the bus with him. there is law and order every day on Coach R’s bus and Everybody knows who the Sheriff is and they know he genuinely cares about them.

I have put my kids on the same bus for fifteen years knowing they would be safe and protected.

I thank the Lord for giving my family the meanest bus driver ever. He’s wonderful