We have a big country. As of Thursday, I had set foot in in 48 of our 50 states. Yesterday afternoon I checked off one of the last two, Mississippi. All that's left is North Dakota. If I get there, I get there. But, hey, I actually know someone from North Dakota and he's pretty cool. Maybe I should make the effort.
Mrs. C is attending a conference in the Mississippi suburbs of Memphis, Tennessee, and I drove down yesterday to join her. Long ride, arriving in rush hour traffic. Need refreshment! I asked the hotel desk clerk if you could buy beer in supermarkets in Mississippi (we have weird alcohol laws from state to state). He said no, but you could at the pharmacy. Makes sense to me. Ah, relaxation.
Back into the city this morning on my own and that rendezvous with Elvis. More tomorrow, I hope. The WiFi at the hotel isn't working and I'm writing this Friday night at a Mexican restaurant down the street. Necessity is the mother of invention and buyer of tacos.
Mrs. C is attending a conference in the Mississippi suburbs of Memphis, Tennessee, and I drove down yesterday to join her. Long ride, arriving in rush hour traffic. Need refreshment! I asked the hotel desk clerk if you could buy beer in supermarkets in Mississippi (we have weird alcohol laws from state to state). He said no, but you could at the pharmacy. Makes sense to me. Ah, relaxation.
Back into the city this morning on my own and that rendezvous with Elvis. More tomorrow, I hope. The WiFi at the hotel isn't working and I'm writing this Friday night at a Mexican restaurant down the street. Necessity is the mother of invention and buyer of tacos.
