Today we stopped in Henning, which is the childhood home of Alex Haley--we stood in the very kitchen where Haley first heard the stories of his ancestors, told by his grandma and his aunties. The mayor led the tour, after we talked a guy in town into calling him and asking him to open up early for us. He said he would, but he didn't show up until 10:00, the usual opening time. Patty says that is early--southern time means that the 10:00 opening wouldn't have happened until 10:30 anyhow.
John, maybe you shouldn't read the rest of this post. Just bring a little pet carrier with you when you come to see me.
Okay, don't tell John, but I met this great little black lab, Sally Sue, and her Mom, Shirley, and when Shirley wasn't looking I slipped Sally Sue in my bike bag. Shirley found Sally Sue on her road, tossed out by someone, about six inches long, barely born, didn't even have teeth yet, scared and nearly starved to death. Shirley took her in and now she's happy and healthy and loved as much as a puppy can be loved.
Today was the second prettiest ride so far. Yesterday was the prettiest! Well, wait a minute, there's the Natchez Trace, that was awfully pretty. Oh, lets face it, its such a beautiful country, how can you pick the best?
Anyway, had a good ride, lines are long for the computer, so I'll hand the computer over to Linda P.
Happy trails,
Dusty
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