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| Approaching Angie there was one more. Doctor, I can't stop. |
| There is a RV campground in Angie. The owners have evidently done this cute little setting. My wife is Coke-0-Holic and has made me one. The first one was free. So now I'm obliged to take Coke theme pictures. |
| They had a caboose. Children, those use to be on the end of every railroad train. Darn, I hate that loss. It says something about the present "state of affairs". |
| Downtown Angie |
| Angie has a motorcycle and ATV junkyard. I think Jac'kal saw it as a cemetery and did not appreciate my humor in stopping and shooting it. She put forth a sputter, hiccup, and shook. I told her to straighten up or I'd leave her there. We purred on. |
| Outside of Angie a utility truck came toward me flashing its lights. I slowed anticipating a problem ahead. Sure enough there was a truck stopped in the road. It was waiting as for a car to be hoisted onto a wrecker. I sat there watching the sun descend. Eventually cars came through in the other lane, rubber-necking, waving and talking to the locals. Seems Rupert B. Teenager had put his car off the road into the ditch. Our lane started moving. I waved at the twenty reserve sheriffs and volunteer firemen who had assembled. I think someone had brought fried chicken. |
| I crossed the Boga Chitto at Enon. Soon I'd be back. Traffic had slowed to one an hour and I felt reasonably safe taking this picture from the bridge |
| What can I say? Let me try. Any time you return from one of these things it's a good ride. This one was excellent. Mississippi is a paradise for what I do. It is a huge state. Steak on the grill. |
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