More Breaking. HA.
I took a lot of pictures during this trip. Too many. And most of those pictures are in triplicate, with varying exposures. A good 90% of them are photos of ballparks. Gorgeous photos, mind you. But of baseball stadiums. There is only so much excitement in a photo like that. The thought of selecting which photos to present is daunting. Perhaps you're looking forward to seeing that Tesco light pole from Pearl, MS (just outside Jackson)? If so, keep waiting. Maybe you'll see it in a week.
One spot where I didn't take any photos was Willie Mae's Scotch House in New Orleans. After checking out from our hotel, we stopped by this homey, yet well-awarded restaurant for fried chicken. We spent ten minutes waiting for a table and it was more than worth it. While leaving with full bellies and smiles on our faces, I can say it wasn't the best fried chicken I've ever eaten in my life (that may have been at The Golden Skillet take-out joint that closed more than 20 years ago in the Chatham section of Stafford, VA. I was probably eight and more in love with their light-up skillet sign towering 12 feet along the edge of the parking lot.) but it was damn good. It had me wishing we'd made a trip to New Orleans just for the food. I'm sure we wouldn't have had any problems spending the next week eating meals just as good as the ones we had Thursday and Friday.
FYI: 9% of the photos are of Erik and Dan playing bocce.