Last week my daughter packed a year’s worth of stuff into her over-20-year-old GeoPrism and hit the road.
Reason: New job in wildlife conservation.
Destination: Mississippi.
And because I’m a child of the 70s I can’t ever say the name of that state without sing spelling it. M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I.
I rode shotgun, miss-sized false eyeball oozing bloody disc…
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