Nothing in the sky today except for the sun...nothing to impede the beams. The dingy gray concrete has taken on a yellow glow. The the tin roofs across the street become elusive white streaks on the back of your eyelids when the brain takes evasive action and shuts your eyes. Across me is a white cinder block wall...a giant sheet of flourescent light.
I'm at Shell Station across from King's Discount Pharmacy and B&B Foods...where 98 dead ends at 184. There's no town to speak of. Ten unremarkable structures at an intersection suurounded by oaks. The only thing taller than the trees is an ancient lookin' antenna that can't possibly serve any purpose other than target practice for lightning.
Lots of small commercial trucks groan to a stop and then wind back up headed to Brookhaven or Natchez dependin'...
There's nothin here y'all. Don't think anythings ever happened here...at least until today. Less than a thousand folks. The majority are black. Many places across the US that would be a novelty...in Mississippi it's pretty typical. There's nothin' to tell...no reason to run the place down but, nothing to recommend it either.
I'm only here for one reason...I'm waiting' on a tow truck.