Crank Calls

Ring, Ring, Ring. Oh, god not again, do I have to answer it? "Who is it?" 'You know who it is, buster - it's your bladder." "But you just called ten minutes ago - is this really necessary?" I'll show you necessary - do you want me to embarrass you and make you duckwalk in front of all those tourists at the Mississippi Welcome Center again?" Okay, Okay, I'll stop - but this is extortion..."

Well another day on the road - started off in Niceville, Florida - somewhere I swear there is a truth in advertising lawsuit just waiting to happen.  Gobbled up miles and quickly traversed Alabama and Mississippi and just about to enter Louisiana.  Will detour around the big easy - the thoughts of sashaying through quaint southern burgs has been eclipsed by my desire to get home number one, and two the exigent reality that I have close to a half million dollars in paintings and antiques sitting largely unprotected in my van.  I knew some pot dealers in the seventies who said that you never get off the main road and am taking their wise dictum to heart.  I am sitting at the rest area of the John Stennis Nasa Welcome Center and Space Tour memorial and am freezing this morning.  Am on the lookout for boiled crabs and crawfish.

Largely uneventful morning - lots of billboards for bad seventies and eighties bands, 38 Special, Kansas, etc..  Guess they never die, third generation imposters just travel to the red state heartland and whoop it up for eternity.  Saw a Skynyrd billboard at one casino.  As I predicted, the local newsman in Niceville was tearing up talking about Powell's playing on I think call me the breeze.  

Too cold for blogging - packin up. Ciao!