;When he got northeast of Little Rock it started to snow and driving became very unpleasant. After struggling for hours on slippery, unplowed and unsanded Arkansas interstate, he pulled over for gas, coffee and a break from wearying concentration at the wheel. “Man, its really bad out there,” he complained to the cash register attendant, “When is it ever going to get better?” His question was a rhetorical one, but the gas station operator gave a literal answer, “Oh, about 4.6 miles.” “What do you mean, 4.6 miles?” the Chicagoan asked. “Mizzurah State line is 4.6 miles from here. MO DOT has snowplows, Arkansas DOT don’t,” the attendant replied.