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…