So,
Livs and I crawled into a little
Volkswagen bug and hit the open road. I've gotta say, south of the Mason Dixon line's never looked so good.

Beads strewn from trees...
Majestic ruins...

Hair blowing wild in the wind...

Not so subtle reminders of mortality...

There was also the best fried chicken I've ever eaten, the lighting of bananas on fire, a short jaunt through
Biloxi, a long drive through Jackson, a pageant to make you weep and a big ole order of chili cheese tater tots purchased at the
Kentwood, LA Sonic known to be a frequent stop-off for the Spears sisters.
Now, home, and heck, I can't help but notice, my desk has nothing on the open road.
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