It could have happened only in Mississippi. First we drove up the Natchez Trace to find a place to walk. Just at the top of the Reservoir, we spotted a long walkway, right through the middle of a marsh, so we found a parking spot and walked right to the end. The structure at the end was a bird watching hut. In every direction from the building, we could see ducks by the thousands. Of course, we did not bring our binoculars. We saw many types of ducks and shore birds. We will go again. It was a wonderful sight.
Rather than drive straight back the way we came, we drove further north and east and passed many many fields of cotton. On the road south, I spotted a big round man cutting up meat, right beside a big trailer. He was beside an old run down service station. I felt sure the man was selling lunch so we made a quick U turn. When we got out of the car a very tall man was standing waiting for his lunch. I asked "Do you have any food?" They both laughed, then asked where I was from. The round man has a trailer and smokes the meat and serves the meat every Saturday, unless the weather is cold. Ken could not tell a word these men were saying to us and they could not understand him. Fortunately, I had no problem.
The lunch was delicious. Sausage and ribs and beans, with enough left over for tomorrow. Only in Mississippi could you buy lunch from a huge black man, cooking by the side of the road and eat in the parking lot of The New Age Bethel Baptist Church. Nothing better.
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