I am finally back home from my trip to the armpit of america.
No offense to Marsha, her home is like a mansion compared to her surroundings. This is the land that time forgot.
Southern Mississippi is truly a sight to behold. There are a scant few proud homesteads and the rest of the community is just broken down and forgotten. I meant to get a photo of an abandoned gas station we drove by daily on the way to take Jack to school. The posted gas prices made me want to stop for gas, but the pumps were long gone and the station ghostly. $1.45 or so for gas, I can't remember the exact amount, but that is close. So how long has this gas station been abandoned? Well, how long ago were gas prices in the $1.45 range?
I already miss Marsha, Jack and Georgia as if they were my own family. We had a truly bonding experience and I will always remember it fondly. Poor little Jack and his broken arm still disturbs me to no end. I have spoken to him 3 times today, once at JFK on my 2 hour layover and twice at home. The two times at home he needed to speak to Scott, too. So cute!
Jack being a good big brother to Georgia...
More pictures tomorrow.