by Barbara Ann Oliver
I have to warn you – I am a reader, not a writer. When I write, I get bored! So I usually have pity on fellow-readers by not inflicting them with my writing.
Now that you are sufficiently warned:
First stop: Jackson, Mississippi. I dumped the dog (not as easy as it sounds…sob!), tied up all my loose ends and packed my duds. We leave for Jackson after lunch.
I am a little worried because we removed the back seat in the van, where I usually sit. Hummm. Naw! They wouldn’t leave me! I have a ticket!