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... the trailer parks. 16.45 We then drove through the God fearing Mississippi Delta to find nothing open for eating on a Sunday. Fortunately for us Church's chicken was open. We ordered a 10 piece box, highly battered huge hunks of bird were devoured. They tasted good at first but eventually made us feel ill Every loud underdressed Mississippi adolescent was also crammed into the joint incomprehensibly whooping and hollering. 17.05 We were driving down 49 when we ...
... it was worth it.
The museum was more of photographs and biography's although there were costumes and instruments to see. So if you were not interested in the lives of the Blues Artists there was little to be seen. Of course I loved it! read every bio, checked every picture, painting etc. There was a Muddy Waters Gallery complete with a modern ...
... as we get further south.
We took the Monorail across to Mud Island and looked at the river park first before the rains came.
They have created a scale model of the length of the Mississippi and its tributaries right down to the Gulf ...
... struck by the totally familiar appearance and smell of the place. I almost expected to see my mother at the piano and my dad in the pulpit as I walked in the door. At the parsonage, I could still spot the door to the storage room in the carport where our cat had three kittens behind the washing machine. When we lived there, we inherited a gigantic garden in the back yard planted by the previous pastor. I remembered harvesting corn, tomatoes, and beans that whole summer. Rich ...
... it is dark—very dark. The streets are not lit up. There are few other cars to follow or to light up the road. And there are no towns or houses we're passing. It is just dark, and straight.
And because of the levees, you don't even see the river.
In fact, now that I write this, I realize it is a bit like driving a ship across the ocean. Except without the autopilot.