I don't want to be unfair, so I'll just say this:
Mississippi seems to harbor a lot of neck tattoos and vats of boiled peanuts.
Draw your own conclusions.
We landed in Memphis for the night.
No Beale Street for us tonight, just a trip to Gus's for southern fried chicken, pecan pie, and fried green tomatoes.
One of us can't wait to get home. The rest of us hate this race to the finish.