in theory it was a great idea. use the three-day 2003 MLK holiday weekend to drive non-stop from Troy, NY to pre-Katrina New Orleans- for dinner. we justified the trip by planning to stop in Mound Bayou, Mississippi to document the site for the School of Blues 4th year vertical studio.
i remember Shakti and Steve and Chris were on the trip. i'm unsure but i think Adam was there, too? there must have been 1 more person i'm forgetting?
whose car did we take?
i've no idea who navigated (not me). i think i even managed to squeak through the 60 hours of driving without taking a turn at the wheel...
what i think about now is what a shipwrecked bunch we must have seemed when we landed in Mound Bayou (we never made it to New Orleans). there were dozens of photos documenting the entire town. who knows if any of them still exist- maybe in a forgotten shoe box in the back of one of our closets (not mine).
the pictures didn't capture the best parts of that trip:
the brusque waitress with the bandaged knuckles in the Tennessee diner
the home cooked feast made for us in Mound Bayou by complete strangers (best fried chicken ever !)
waking up parked outside of Hershey Park (closed for the season) because Shakti wanted to see the place
this remains to this day, by far, my best use of Martin Luther King Day.
i remember Shakti and Steve and Chris were on the trip. i'm unsure but i think Adam was there, too? there must have been 1 more person i'm forgetting?
whose car did we take?
i've no idea who navigated (not me). i think i even managed to squeak through the 60 hours of driving without taking a turn at the wheel...
what i think about now is what a shipwrecked bunch we must have seemed when we landed in Mound Bayou (we never made it to New Orleans). there were dozens of photos documenting the entire town. who knows if any of them still exist- maybe in a forgotten shoe box in the back of one of our closets (not mine).
the pictures didn't capture the best parts of that trip:
the brusque waitress with the bandaged knuckles in the Tennessee diner
the home cooked feast made for us in Mound Bayou by complete strangers (best fried chicken ever !)
waking up parked outside of Hershey Park (closed for the season) because Shakti wanted to see the place
this remains to this day, by far, my best use of Martin Luther King Day.
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