Every city has its lesser twin that follows the hyphen: Oakland. St. Paul. Baltimore. Ft. Worth.
Little Rock has...North Little Rock, divided by the picturesque Arkansas River.
Last night I took the bus into NLR to meet with my new financial advisor. (Same company, different location.) The local trolley crosses into a cute, historic, small downtown area, then the bus continued into neighborhoods of neat brick houses, and then the cityscape deteriorated into a commecial wasteland. Of course, I took advantage by ducking into Old Navy before my appointment.
My new financial advisor is quite different from my previous one. My former advisor was an older man, very kind and avuncular, but also just a little too much like a father figure. I always felt like he was secretly reproaching me for not having enough in my money market account. My new advisor is around my age, engaged to be married, and, dare I say, hip. He was a Marine and was thoroughly shocked when I told him that Burkina Faso was so quiet that the State Dept. decided not to post any Marine Guards at the Embassy. We had a long talk about values-based financial planning, and we agreed to defer any big decisions until MoBob could join in the discussion. Fair enough.
The company is called First Command. It specializes in military clients which has been a learning experience for me! I got out of debt with Consumer Credit Counseling Services. I feel pretty accomplished but it took six years.