The rows of shanties were gone but I could still see them standing in my mind. The fields of cotton, being hand picked by slaves, all these pictures were in my mind's eye as we traveled. We crossed historical places from the Louisiana Purchase and places where Ponce De Leon had stood. We also were in the birth place of blues and jazz and I felt honored to be there.
Even on a dreary day, the Great Mississippi was impressive.
And life was good!