Marching into Selma

Drive north on US-80 and you’ll cross the Edmund Pettus Bridge into downtown Selma. Cross the bridge in that direction and the first block on the right you will find the Selma Interpretive Center. When I got out of my car, I could feel the weight of history. Or maybe or was the heat. Just…

Into the Bayou

Drive far enough south on Louisiana 56 and you’ll hit water. The Gulf of Mexico to be exact. Back up a little bit and you’ll find the little fishing village of Cocodrie. Further north still, is Chauvin. The towns are one road wide. Go east and you’ll hit water. West? Water. It’s not hard to…

12 hours in Clarksdale

This is how travel should happen. I arrived in the Mississippi Delta with only the loosest of plans. I had to interview a woman sometime in the next day or so. Or at least I hoped to. “Call me when you get into town, and we’ll see what we can do,” she said. I wasn’t…

Yup, I’m a Yankee

The farther South I drive, the more North I feel. I haven’t spent much time down this way, so it’s a journey of discovery and wonder. I ate pig’s feet last night. (I’m not sure if it should be written pigs’ feet) Trotters, they called them, and just now I see the sad irony in…

Clinton Library

A quick stop at the William J. Clinton Presidential Library. Little Rock, Arkansas. With a bonus Chihuly exhibit.

Heading south

I caught it out of the corner of my eye. Passing through the numbing gauntlet of Lowe’s and Walmart, Sonic and AutoZone, a small brown sign announced Prairie Grove Battlefield. I had two hours before I had to be in Fayetteville. My plan was to sit in a coffee shop, read the paper, and gently…

These lands ain’t so bad

Two quotes from Theodore Roosevelt: “This broken country extends back from the river for many miles and has been called always by Indian, French voyager and American trappers alike, the Bad Lands.” “Nowhere, not even at sea, does a man feel more lonely than when riding over the far-reaching, seemingly never-ending plains; and after a…

30 minutes or less

I never realized I had driven past the missile silos so often over the years. You can see one from I-90, but unless you know what you were looking for, it’s just be another nondescript building on the prairie. The central plains were a safe place to house our intercontinental ballistic missiles during the Cold…

Prairie Edge

I’m not a shopper, so it is hard to get me excited about a store. I will likely end up as one of those old men who sits on a bench eating ice cream or feeding pigeons as my wife shops. Every Smokey Mountains has its Pigeon Forge. Every Niagra has its strip of saltwater…