Clinton country Since the 42nd president, Arkansas's claim to fame is bigger than a watermelon, writes Kevin Pilley April 16, 2005 early morning in downtown Little Rock, Arkansas THE MAN at the bar at Atlanta airport asked me where I was headed. When I said "Arkansas", he raised his eyebrows and blew out his cheeks. I asked him what it was like. "Let's put it this way," he replied. "Some of the people there still have tails." Arkansas is archetypal Nowheresville rural America. Or at least, it used to be before Bill Clinton came along. Now nowhere is somewhere. Clinton...
