Next left, did you say? And first right, and left at the fire station…?
Attempting to leave Alabama for Mississippi we had a taste of Southern politics: in a bid to convince voters of the need to finance the new interstate I-22, the signs for the old westward route 78 had been removed, leaving people who live along it surprised that they were no longer living along 78, but Route 5, and leaving out-of-staters like us driving up and down & back and forth until we found ourselves marooned alongside a group of tearful seniors who’d had the same experience, at a gas station off an as yet unbuilt section of the future I-22. Y’all are a political football! declared one sympathetic Mississipian.
Connie, Kevin + friends
The detours we had to take made a short day into a long, 250-mile one and we were very happy to reach Connie and Kevin in Oxford, Mississippi – a bubble of culture inside a sea of rednecks, as Kevin describes Oxford, home of Ole Miss university, and former home of Wm. Faulkner, Oxford’s favorite son. They welcomed us with plenty of beer and glorious food. It had been our warmest day on the road, and we feel gratefully into their welcome, with a separate room each & huge comfy bed.
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