You remember the one. You know. We used to drive down there just to get potato salad and chicken salad for our picnics and the good old country boys were sitting around talking farm talk and eating country ham sandwiches. I loved the expression on their faces when we walked in. You could just see them thinking "What are them city girls doing down here".
The chicken and potato salad days are gone, but just down the road a ways, just around a few bends (have you ever noticed that photos taken through a windshield while driving twisty roads with an old pickup on your tail aren't always the best?)
I see the sign.
and I know that very old little ferry is waiting there
just for me. Just as if that old paddle wheel
kept turning. Waiting for me to return to cross that old muddy river.
and as I wait for the ferry to dock, I notice the No Smoking sign and see the worker light up a cigarette, and I'm thinking, maybe it was your total disregard of the rules that landed you as a guest in the county jail. Of course, I don't know for sure. Just saying......
but my thoughts are turning towards hillbilly heaven.