Heading south through Western Mississippi (or possibly Eastern Louisiana — hard to tell because everything is in French) we made a most fortuitous discovery.
It was just outside a local Church of Christ. Must have been a sign from Bob. There was no indication of a Thanksgiving luncheon underway, so we headed around back. And there it was. Illuminated in a shaft of golden heavenly light. And it was for sale…cheap. We already thought of tons us uses for this. We have plenty of room for guests. Just look for us on the road and hop on the #11. We’ll be there as soon as we decipher this archaic religious symbol.