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“To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.”

 

You know, William Faulkner never actually said those words. They’re undeniably true, though.

I love the one way streets of Natchez, the cedar trees at Rowan Oak, the charm of Gibbs Country Store in Learned, the sands of Biloxi, and the vast fields of cotton in the Delta. I love walking into a restaurant and feeling at home as they serve my tea sweet and ice cold. I love being hot in the summer and, let’s face it, hot in the winter. Sure, there are pretty trees in California, whiter beaches in Florida, and miles and miles of farmland in Nebraska, but they don’t have anything on my Mississippi.