Several of us went forth in search of the community of Bug Scuffle, Arkansas. There never was much of a town here — just a cluster of buildings around a stage stop on the Butterfield Trail. The name came, supposedly, from a time when people waiting for a stage witnessed a fight between two beetles on a pile of dung.
All that’s left is this church. The Internet says it still has a functioning congregation, but judging from the Christmas wreathes on the door and the dusty condition of the inside visible through the windows, I don’t think they meet very often.
