Isn’t it funny how you wake up one morning expecting your day to go one way when in return it plays out totally differently? Last Tuesday, when I arrived at the Pocahontas Star Herald office, situated in a 1900 train depot just a couple of hundred feet from the banks of the flowing Black River, I took a seat at my desk and began to get things situated for my day. Being the editor of the paper is a job I love, however, it’s my role as the editor-inchief of Arkansas Crossroads that really gets my creative juices flowing.