AN EYE PASSES: Gene Prescott, who turned his photographer's eye on events in Arkansas for 38 years as an Arkansas Gazette photographer, died last week at 86. He's shown here at the 50th anniversary of the Central High crisis, an event he photographed along with famous Razorback games, fires, car wrecks, Kiwanis Club officers and all the other work big and small of a daily newspaper staff photographer. A Marine veteran of World War II, he survived the attack on Pearl Harbor and was remembered by reporters as a man whose genial and soft-spoken disposition belied true grit in the face of truculent news figures. (Photo by John Paul Jones)
SLOGGING ON: A flooded-out car didn't stop another from attempting the same perilous passage on Arch Street Pike on Christmas Eve. The week's downpour pushed Little Rock well over the record for annual rainfall, nearly 80 inches, with more coming.
Next week a series of meetings on the use of technology to tackle global problems will be held in Little Rock by Club de Madrid — a coalition of more than 100 former democratic former presidents and prime ministers from around the world — and the P80 Group, a coalition of large public pension and sovereign wealth funds founded by Prince Charles to combat climate change. The conference will discuss deploying existing technologies to increase access to food, water, energy, clean environment, and medical care.
Sen. Jason Rapert (R-Conway) was on "Capitol View" on KARK, Channel 4, this morning, and among other things that will likely inspire you to yell at your computer screen, he said he expects someone in the legislature to file a bill to do ... something about changing the name of the Bill and Hillary Clinton National Airport.
So fed up was young Edgar Welch of Salisbury, N.C., that Hillary Clinton was getting away with running a child-sex ring that he grabbed a couple of guns last Sunday, drove 360 miles to the Comet Ping Pong pizzeria in Washington, D.C., where Clinton was supposed to be holding the kids as sex slaves, and fired his AR-15 into the floor to clear the joint of pizza cravers and conduct his own investigation of the pedophilia syndicate of the former first lady, U.S. senator and secretary of state.
There is almost nothing real about "reality TV." All but the dullest viewers understand that the dramatic twists and turns on shows like "The Bachelor" or "Celebrity Apprentice" are scripted in advance. More or less like professional wrestling, Donald Trump's previous claim to fame.