Now we know why they moved to Chicago

Well here we are deeeeep in the Delta. All I can see in front are miles of cotton fields. Robert Johnson is lying in rest several hundred yards. One of his graves anyway. There are two more. this one is supposed to be the real one. Today we visited BB King museum in Indianola. At the same it was entertaining, it was also sobering. I get now why this music was so packed with emotion. The black people here have struggled for a long time - and even though it is better, there is still a long way to go. There is a lot of poverty. It is also desolate, dry, flat and the energy is flat.

There has not been any music which we are both disappointed about. Tomorrow we move on to Clarksdale and tomorrow night Ground Zero Blues Club.

This has, however, been a foodie trip. Tamales, sweet tea, hushpuppies, catfish,barbeque. But - no coffee to be found. They just don't drink it. This has been a challenge for P creating the nasty caffeine withdrawal headache. I also think she might be getting of dragging her through cemetaries to visit dead people. Too bad they can' play a little when you drop a trinket on the headstone!

Anyway, hopefully the verizon techie helped me work out the bugs with this bberry and some photos will show up. So until next we will sign off as the bluesin, dancin, foodin northern belles.



Peace, love and robert johnson

S and P

"Maam, are yawl both ovah fifty faahv?"

While experiencing some "technical difficulty" with the Crackberry - I mean Blackberry - this will have to be a a checkin minus the exquisite photos.  In lieu of that I will make an attempt to define our first day. 

P tells me that this is a music trip - and not a foodie trip - but, we are in the land of cotton - and old times here are not forgotten.  Having lived briefly in South Carolina, hushpuppies, grits, catfish, sweet tea and cornbread have already hit the plate.  Moving on.......

Quick stop in New Orleans to celebrate our arrival.  Delish beingets (may have butchered this) and coffee at Cafe DuMonde and then it was back to the car.  (Insert imaginary pic here - parking ticket).  Evidently we parked in a handicap zone (which we did not see - maybe because our handicap is our age?).  After this surprise we hit the road driving on to Mississippi.  When we saw the sign (insert photo here) which read "welcome to Mississippi" - someone told them we were coming and wrote "we've been warned about you two.  Every hoochie coochie man with no teeth (have you ever seen those old blues singers?) is on the lookout and ready to run fast!" 

After a check between the matress for bedbugs (not here) it was off to snoring for P and another two hours of figuring out how to get the Blackberry to work, it was off to sleep. 

Today, Greenwood and our search for the real grave of Robert Johnson.  Time to hit the road..........................

almost!

Making piles, checking weather forecasts. Looks like Greenwood will be around 80. Goodbye autumn. Hello summer! 

Books and DVD's have been examined closely.  We've done our homework for this adventure.  After months of planning, we (Susan and Phyllis - hereinafter known as S & P) are almost ready to board the plane - destination New Orleans.  Route - New Orleans to Rt. 61 - The Blues Trail - through Mississippi, into Memphis and then back to Louisiana for dancing, gumbo and drive-thru diaquiri bars.  Stay tuned...........