The flight is at 9 a.m., so we were up at 4:45 packing our one suitcase before heading off to breakfast. Stepping out of the car at Waffle House, our glasses steamed up immediately, and I started noticing all of the mosquito bites on my arms. Now we are sitting at the tiny Tunica airport, waiting to board the charter plane, suffering through Fox News blaring on the TVs. It's a very Mississippi July morning, by far the most humid of our days here.
We were commenting on the drive to the airport that we never once saw a bicycle or a jogger while in this area. Considering that Mississippi has the highest obesity rates of all the fifty states, are we surprised?
Ready to move on but not ready to go home. It's going to be a difficult week, but I can't tell you why.