OK, so Oxford isn’t actually in the Delta as evidenced by the fact there are hills, but it’s close enough, and I absolutely adore alliteration.  Here’s the gallery. Home to all things William Faulkner and the legendary university Ole’ Miss, Oxford sticks out like a sore thumb versus the rest of northern Mississippi.  A rich, [...]

Friar’s point, Vicksburg, Rosedale, at least I’ve been to all the places Robert Johnson mentions in the song.  Nobody’s squeezed my lemon ‘til the juice runs down my leg yet…not that I have any clue what that’s supposed to mean… Travelling back in time to the pilgrimage to his gravesite a few weeks ago (at [...]

I spent last night living on a cotton plantation with a restored antebellum Civil War mansion replete with shotgun shacks for the help and a separate building for the kitchen, choosing that over the pecan orchard also owned by the family of a fellow I met named Eustace (gallery here). These were both roughly 10 [...]

The only hellhound on my trail towards the grave of Robert Johnson was my own subconscious, no crossroads kneeling or soul selling yet I’m afraid.  I slept as poorly as I have in months the night before which was equal parts apprehension and it being the first day in several not being completely mashed off [...]

I have been told for hundreds of miles Mississippi is the most backwards place on the continent, which I have yet to physically see in person after spending the weekend in Jackson.  The history even in Vicksburg (the first town across the Louisiana border, see the gallery here) is absolutely epic and cool, Spanish, French [...]