John Mitchell

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=200 BGCOLOR="#FFCC80" TEXT="#080000" background="090c8b83.jpg"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" width="100%" BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" ><B>People N' Places</B></FONT> <FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#3366FF" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>   |<FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FF9966" FACE="Arial" >     <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="People N Places">home</A></FONT></div> <div> <A HREF="caroll_peacock.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Carol Peacock">Carol Peacock</A>   |   John Mitchell   |   <A HREF="new_delhi.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="New Delhi">New Delhi</A>   |   <A HREF="business_cards.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Business Cards">Business Cards</A>   |   <A HREF="first_assemby_of_god.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="First Assemby of God">First Assemby of God</A>   |   <A HREF="st_elixabeth_catholic.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="St Elizabeth Catholic">St Elizabeth Catholic</A></div> <div> John Mitchell</div> <bR> <div> Al Hooks had already befriended John and had told me a little about him and his eccentricities. I met him for the first time when he led Al and me toward Owen Street around the corner from his shop. He led the parade with his arms dangling close to his sides with very little movement of them. He seemed to be moving in slow motion yet kept his pace in front of us as he began to climb Owen with the same momentum. It was only a few steps for me to yell out that I would wait at the bottom. A short while later, without missing cadence, John Mitchell turned around and said, "Ha-rumph! That's a change, <B>I'm</B> leading the Pack!" </div> <div> It was then that I knew I would like him. </div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="0a990450.jpg" border=0 width="400" height="581" ALIGN="LEFT" HSPACE="7" VSPACE="8">On follow up visit, he showed some of his vast display of retail inventory stuck in many different pockets and crannies. I asked him how long since he arrived and why did he move to Eureka Springs. He said, "Not that I show it," with a pinched smile, "but, I came with the Hippy Crowd."<FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> On yet another trip he supplied wine glasses and brought me outside where he stepped off a few paces into center of the street where he explained that a Honeymoon couple was being driven by carriage when all of a sudden, the horse pulled driver and carriage all the way to John's front door where <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" ><B>Bernie</B></FONT> keeps watch. He uttered, <B>"I could have charged </B><FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" ><B>Stud Services!</B></FONT><B>"</B><FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> I then asked him, "Are you certain that your horse is really Bernie and not Bernice?"</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <A HREF="new_delhi.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="New Delhi"><B><U>Next</U></B></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" width=139 style=" border-left: 1px solid #FFCC99;" BGCOLOR="#CC0033" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <IMG SRC="0aaa4cb0.jpg" border=0 width="164" height="203" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <B>John Mitchell</B></div> </td> </tr></table></body>