People like to talk on these trains and today that happens to suit me just fine. We can chat here in the dining-car while I stuff my mouth full of pumpkin pie.
Where you from, what's your name, where you going, why?
My name is Little Pinch, baby, I'll lie.
Outside the window the land keeps sliding past: the cotton fields, the mud flats; the swamps and the river and two imaginary crocodiles. Faster, faster, past Jackson, Greenwood, and Yazoo City. Here I am, alone, heading down through Mississippi, and there's nothing — nothing! — that anybody can do to stop me.
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That's my girl!
ReplyDeleteYou are now in my neck of the woods little miss Pinch! I lived in Oxford, Mississippi for THREEEEE long years, o yeah.
ReplyDeleteI said to myself that if I'd ever say out loud: Y'all come back now you hear (with a thick southern drawl), then I'd get back on the first plane home.
Living in Missisippi is as outrageously surrealistic as living in the Tinsel Town of Miami - two utter extremes. There, all that glitter IS gold. And there is plenty of it. In Mississippi, it's cottonwoods and deep fried craw fish.
Hope your trip goes well, how many states will you get under your belt in the trip? I have been to 26 states! :)
Bon voyage Little Miss Pinch, don't get lost in the woods...
Two 'imaginary' crocodiles? You mean you thought the scene would look better with some crocs so you slipped them in? Or you saw something that looked like crocs but you weren't sure? A bit more clarity, Ms Annie.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to see them, really — I really, really wanted to see those crocodiles.
ReplyDeleteBirna, I think I've only been in 9 states so far or something like that. They've all been pretty different considering it's one country.
It seemed like the locksmith might come with you. Maybe he doesn't like mud flats...? Am enjoing the pics especially; well done, better than ever.
ReplyDelete'gators.
ReplyDeleteSurely they were 'gators? And I second yer Ma.
Happy Turkey Day!
ReplyDeleteI'm envious. I haven't been home for Thanksgiving in over 10 years.
Have some pecan pie.
Talking of pies - have you had Key Lime Pie yet? I always imagined it to be like eating lime blancmange on pastry.
ReplyDeleteI had key-lime flavoured ice-cream with that cowboy in Montana, but no pie.
ReplyDeleteWhen we stopped for ice-cream, that was another sing that he wasn;t going to kill me in a corn field, I think.
How did Jackson look? Blurry, in all likelihood.
ReplyDeleteIt seemed pretty dull to be honest. I don't know why Johnny wrote about it, it's not like it even rhymes with anything.
ReplyDeleteClaxon?
ReplyDeleteDachsund? Liberally.
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