I traveled to Oxford, Mississippi to attend a tribute concert for late author Larry Brown, with whom I had a correspondence that lasted several years. It was a 750-mile trip (one way). Here are some road pictures ala Erin. Click on any to enlarge for better detail viewing.
The stuff on my passenger seat. When I got in the car that morning, my Dearly Beloved had placed the Asiatic lily there, as well as an expensive chocolate. The chocolate was gone by the time I reached the highway. The lily lasted and lasted. When I finally pulled over for the night, I went to put it in water. Only then did I discover it was fake.
I was seeing pink elephants in Kentucky despite the fact that the bar was closed.
Praise the lord! This sign greeted me as I stepped into a house trailer-turned BBQ restaurant near Loretta Lynn's hometown of Butcher Holler, Kentucky.
Even though this is a picture of my giant forehead, this is not a picture of my giant forehead. I was trying to take a discreet photo of the guys behind me, who had about 5 extension cords across the parking lot of the motel. They plugged in a power tool and sawed open the lock on that trailer. It was full of cartons. Then they went to work on the cargo trailer next to it.
Me, sorta tipsy in some bathroom in Oxford. Too much hair and boobs!
A massive pulled pork sandwich. I ate it in about 3 bites. Don't remember chewing. It was good. I was hungry. Yum!
God Bless freedom of speech.
Yes, I used it. Click to enlarge to understand the bravery associated with that act.
The grossest windshield bug booger I ever saw. Drove for what seemed like forever until I found a service station with a squeegee and washer fluid.
All the bars in Oxford have that Xmas light mojo going on. Loved that.
Despite the fact that I am a professional writer, I always forget note pads. I kept having to write my thoughts on cocktail napkins during the trip. The pen the bartender at City Grocery Bar handed me was an ad pen for "overactive bladder" drug Detrol LA.
Cool bar though.
My hotel room in Oxford.
This lawn cut-out stunned the hell out of me.
A dress shop in downtown Oxford. All the girls down there were pretty and dressy. I was a Yankee misfit. Oh well, tough shit. I am just Erin.
Real lilies welcomed me home. Their perfume filled the house. Hi home! Hi Goat! Hi kid!