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| Jac'kal and I materialized in Monticello. I wanted to follow the Pearl River north and I needed gas. I wanted to take Old Highway 27 out of town as I remembered it to be shady. I had forgotten how to get on it so I ran up and down the main street which is US 84, full of semi-trucks and traffic. There was an opened parking space and I pulled in, not turning her off. She actually held still for a second while I took the courthouse's picture. I think I was in Lawrence County. Look at that roof. Looks Spanish. |
| I never saw "Old Highway 27", but I felt I was on it. Still in town I passed this historical marker. Harmones or not, we were stopping. It was at a nice city park simularly named. |
| Below was tempting, but I let it go. Actually, the cemetery is located south of town. All that stuff will be in the "guide". |
| Don't let your house go to heck, or I'll stop and take its picture. I think the house predates the farm's 1914 founding. Maybe not? |
| I love official varification. We were "hooked up". |
| I passed the Water Park I had stopped at before in the Hazlehurst article. I saw a neat old house on the right and blew off stopping. Then I saw the passenger car house. Or maybe, probably, it was a mail car house. I think it still serves, as a house. |
| Since I was stopped I took the other house's picture for the heck of it. Sometimes I think I'm in a stage of excessive compulsive disorder. Or, maybe it's excessive collecting disorder. I collect. I never discard unless threatened. Maliciously. |
| Jac'kal was not happy. We hadn't gone ten miles and I was stopping and re-stopping, going in circles. This was not the plan I'd promised. Next time I'll have to leave the camera. I have no control. |
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