Alabama and Mississippi could have been any other two states. We drove right through, only making stops at the welcome centers to collect postcards – all of which were free and really nice, actually. When you drive through so many places, they all begin to look the same – trees along a highway stretching for miles and miles with the same repetitive signs informing drivers of upcoming rest stops, etc.
I have not the slightest idea what exists on the other side of the interstate. What is Alabama’s story? What is Mississippi’s, besides being the birthplace of Elvis and location of a river? There’s more, for sure. I just don’t know it. So for now, thank you for the postcards.