I have been reading too much.  The UPS man drops boxes and boxes on my doorstep. Jeff Bezos is sending me a thank you note with a large box of chocolates.

Now that I have an idea that I want to hit the deep south, I feel it necessary to hit all the "undiscovered" places covered by guide books.
They have GPS downloads.

I may take the river road, through Natchez and south.  I visualize myself hanging out with the hamlet's best black cook on a 55 -gallon drum.  If I'm not careful, I'll end up at ChiChi's.  That's the problem with overthinking.  I need Woody, and I need him now.

Here are some books that show promise:


I especially like the idea of "Weird." I have a feeling it might disappoint me.  I have twenty or so more.