Stepping off a late flight to Memphis, <br />we made our way through the stony-silence <br />of a nearly empty terminal…a far cry from <br />other big city airports (“I like it here already! ”) <br /> <br />Met by family at the security gate and after baggage claim <br />we soon were driving south. Our final destination, <br />Saltillo, Mississippi, a small town near Tupelo, <br />birthplace of Elvis Presley. <br /> <br />The darkness of night prevented us from seeing <br />the landscape, this would have to wait until tomorrow. <br />We awakend to the cooing of mourning doves and our <br />adventure in the “Deep South” was about to unfold. <br /> <br />The next few days were a plethora of people and events; <br /> <br />It was late May with daytime temperatures in the mid eighties. <br />It cooled down nicely after sunset. The humidity <br />was comfortable, nothing like expected. <br /> <br />The people; <br />A gumbo of friendly black
