Oh black water, keep on rolling
Tomorrow night I'm heading off to Mississippi again for a few days. The last time I was there was last fall, in the days just before the American presidential election. I went to Graceland with my best friend Kay, and a few days later I watched the election returns from a hotel room in Starkville. I still can't believe George Bush won again. It's like a bad Journey song.
This time I'll be flying into New Orleans, then driving up to Biloxi where I'll stay in one of those casino hotels. On Tuesday I'll drive up to Meridian to give a presentation to a group of small business owners on marketing their businesses on the Internet. I've been to Mississippi something like ten times now, at the invitation of the swell folks Mississippi State University.
I love the south. The people are so friendly. They're awfully religious, too; too much so for my liking, but I gotta think that if there is a devil he (or she) sure ain't Southern. I mean, can you imagine this:
"Haaaa-y! Welcome to Hay-el! I'm the Devil, and in just a few moments I'm going to have to set y'all on faay-er — but first, set yourself down a spell, I baked y'all a paaa-y!"
Tomorrow, before I leave, I'll post the final episode in the story of Postmodern Sass Goes To The U.K.
And I'm sure there will be new stories to tell of the Deep South when I return.
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Well, that turned out to be another gigantic understatement of the year 2005. Postmodern Sass left New Orleans just ahead of Hurricane Katrina. Click here to read New Orleans Is Sinking.
This time I'll be flying into New Orleans, then driving up to Biloxi where I'll stay in one of those casino hotels. On Tuesday I'll drive up to Meridian to give a presentation to a group of small business owners on marketing their businesses on the Internet. I've been to Mississippi something like ten times now, at the invitation of the swell folks Mississippi State University.
I love the south. The people are so friendly. They're awfully religious, too; too much so for my liking, but I gotta think that if there is a devil he (or she) sure ain't Southern. I mean, can you imagine this:
"Haaaa-y! Welcome to Hay-el! I'm the Devil, and in just a few moments I'm going to have to set y'all on faay-er — but first, set yourself down a spell, I baked y'all a paaa-y!"
Tomorrow, before I leave, I'll post the final episode in the story of Postmodern Sass Goes To The U.K.
And I'm sure there will be new stories to tell of the Deep South when I return.
Well, that turned out to be another gigantic understatement of the year 2005. Postmodern Sass left New Orleans just ahead of Hurricane Katrina. Click here to read New Orleans Is Sinking.
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