Saturday, August 25, 2007
Thursday and Friday of this week myself and four others headed west into the Mississippi Delta. Clarksdale Miss. was our final stop. We stayed at Morgan Freeman's blues club called Ground Zero Blues Club.
We consummed beer and had a steak dinner cooked by the security guard, on a grill made to look like a pigs face.
The asst. manager Phillip played some fantistic blues through the night. We slept upstairs from the club in rooms where they used to sort cotton by hand.
The next morning we got up early and got on the road late. We headed south to Greenville Miss. to eat at one of the resturants the Bobby worked on during Feasting on Asphalt 2 just a coupple of months ago. The food was great and we were treated to some old time stories from a man Shine.
He told us stores of his days of old.
We puhed on after breakfast to get a view of the Mississippi River itself.
After riding across the river into Arkansaw, we said good buy to two of out wester bound ridding mates. Then the trip back home began. We drove across Mississippi with flat farmland as far as the eye could see. Corn and cotton forever.
We drove across two states and half way across Georgia to get home. But not before some rain and heavy wind just as we were entering Atlanta. No problems just glad to be home after 1000+ miles in two days.