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All Roads Lead to Scrumptious Fried Pickles
Instead, A Tornado Kicked up Some Cheeto Dust on My Shirt
I’m hitting the road! Driving a hundred miles to the greatest historical destination in the history of the U.S. of A to see the best shrine here in these United States. To the town of Grumph, Arkansas [not a real town]
Is it the World’s largest ball of paint, No. The World’s largest fork, No. The largest frying pan, No. How about the big ball of twine, heck no. Seattle’s gum wall — eww! Plymouth Rock — it’s just a rock.
It’s been compared to the Leaning Tower of Pisa with yellow “hair”. At least before the tornado. You look at it Oooh! Aaah! Wow! Snap some photos at every angle — and then off you go.
It began what locals call a tourist trap. “They’d come out here, stare at it for a few minutes, speed through town, fill up with some gas, leave their trash and head out of town. They didn’t even bother to have some fried pickles.” One grumbling local told me.
A gigantic figure that stood, err leaned, 500 feet into the air — taller than the Statue of Liberty. A Bible in one hand making a fist with the other built by many of his disciples to pay homage to the Tangerine Tornado. Why did it lean, many asked? The story goes that a combine — a big machine that harvests grain — backed into it early one morning at a high…
