It's a beautiful 4th morning here on our creek. We are having breakfast with my sons Jon and Tom, after which Jerry and I are hopping on a plane heading to the Deep South. It's one of those free flight/hotel gambling junkets to Tunica, Mississippi. We've done this before, so we know that there is nothing in Tunica except for several casino hotels plopped down in the middle of cotton fields -- not exciting! -- BUT just a half hour north of Tunica is Memphis, Tennessee, a city that we like a lot. So it's gonna be a Memphis weekend of good Southern food and Beale Street. Back Monday.