Beads were being thrown by just about everyone in the parade. Beads? Yes, beads. I know, I though it was a Mardi Gras thing too, but apparently it's also for St. Patrick's Day. I caught so many that I started to give them away to people around me. The only ones I have left are still on Bear.
That's about the extent of what I got to do in Jackson. All the buildings downtown were closed due to the parade. I did get to have dinner on Friday night with James and Bonnie and their family after going to services at Temple Beth Israel. Services were great-- and so was dinner-- thanks for the hospitality and my first taste of challah in months!
I got back on the Natchez Trace on Friday after coming back from Philadelphia. I'm still glad that I went, but my trip there has fully consumed my thoughts since then. When people ask how my trip is going, I find myself talking about Neshoba County. Thanks to family and friends who have written and called since that last posting.
Getting back on the Natchez Trace was a blessing. The parkway itself is a blessing to the South. What a wonderful break from traffic and rushing around to be on a road where only bends and hills and spring beauty abound.
I'm here now in Natchez and I look forward to telling you all about this wonderful town in the next posting. Cheers Dear Reader!