He uses sand fleas, and Shelbs saves one from a bird who is not but acts like a vulture.
"Where are you from?" He asks.
"Mississippi," we say not necessarily in unison but kinda that way.
"Oh. Mississippi. Casinos," he smiles and nods.
"Oh no," I say. "Not casinos. Music. Blues, ya' know."
The guy looks at me like why? He was simply being kind and trying to connect and it's ridiculous why I would care how he sees Mississippi and why I would want to change what was an honest answer.
Who am I trying to impress and who do I miss in these grand feats? Why do we need to convince anyone of anything?
Something I would most likely ask Annie Ford in Ruleville, MS.
Today I am grateful for a long walk,
a lucky guy who prompted a conversation about kindness,
a nice meal,
and photos so we could remember this.