6.25.2021

cottonland

 

To recap, I drove from the Hudson River Valley through the Shenandoah Valley to the Coosa River Valley. I hydroplaned through the rains of Claudette through the Blue Ridge Mountains and the Smoky Mountains. I passed the Hungry Mother State Park, the Davy Crockett Boy Scout Camp, a number of Trump 2020 signs and trailers hauling everything from race cars to Harleys to  mobile homes.
   I fetched up high and dry in the land of cotton (though I'm pretty sure the fields are planted in soybeans this year), of kudzu and signs with bullet holes, of Piggly Wiggly, which, alas, did not have the raw peanuts I was wanting. And so began a round of socializing that won't quit. 

 

Oh, and this rave review of Donna's book.

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