It is a sad day. We awoke in our share cropper’s cabin to a sunny day. However, this was the day that we are leaving Clarksdale and the Delta to return home to Illinois. You should be able to hear the loud wailing and mourning at this point.
We cleaned up the cabin, packed the car, and took the key to the lobby up at the Commissary. There were four people ahead of us to check out and no coffee left in the pot. Sad again. We waited for our turn. Ended up, the two couples ahead of us were from Chicago. We talked a little while we waited our turns. Finally, it was my turn to sign the receipt and drop off the key.
We headed into town to find kleenex, gas, and breakfast. I stopped at the first station going into town. A little bit of a dump with no window cleaning devices, but they had cheap gas. No kleenex either. So on to breakfast. The recommendation was for The Resthaven. I pulled into the lot under a sign that says, “American, Italian, Lebanese.” What? I want breakfast! The parking lot is full and that is a very good sign. We picked out a booth and sat down. The place was filled with old guys and duck hunters! We ordered food, including my beloved grits.
The waitressowner was busy getting food. Pretty soon, one of the very tall guys came around with the coffee pot filling up everyone’s cups. So the local clientele help out with the coffee! That was cool. Our food arrived and it was pretty good. One of the very tall duck hunters brought the coffee pot around the second time. For some reason, there were a lot of guys well over 6 foot 4 in this place!
We finished up and headed out in search of kleenex. The Kroger came up and we went in. Rich hit the pharmacy for things to stop the nose from running away and cough drops. We found the kleenex. Yeah! After paying for our treasures, we hit the road again. This meant that we had to return up Hwy 61 to Memphis. We knew this part of the road. I also have another connection between Memphis and Chicago. They drive extremely fast on their expressways too! Sound like 355 or 90 to anyone from Chicago?
As we moved steadily north, the weather became cooler and cloudier. No, I’m not ready for winter again. I liked spring! I guess I don’t get a choice though. I do have to make money to pay for trips like this. We stopped in Troy, Illinois for the night. We were at least back in the same state we live in. We went in search for Bandana’s BBQ. We ate here on our way back from New Mexico and I was impressed. And I’m still impressed. The food was great and you have to leave room for the donut holes at the end of the meal.
So now for a good night’s sleep and on to McHenry in the morning. Good night all.
