One Shel of a good time.
Diary Day - Friday, October 17, 2008: (so good, I told it twice)
I'd never been to Rolling Fork before. Wasn't sure one could visit a place that was, for all intents and purposes, bent on projecting an image of being in constant motion. At least to those who aren't from the area.
But, tonight I found myself squarely in the heart of this almost-ghost of a town...the birthplace of Muddy...


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