I passed through Mississippi twice in early 2005, headed west from Baltimore to Los Angeles in February and then again on the way back—Tinseltown to Crabtown—in March.
On the way out, right around Valentine’s Day, I lingered in Oxford giving away copies of a Baltimore art journal called LINK. I also asked around to see if someone could take me to the grave of the recently departed Larry Brown, the author of Dirty Work, who had passed a day before Thanksgiving the previous year and was buried on private property.
I was told by folks in the know that the Brown family had suffered a tragedy more recent than Larry’s death and it was not a good time. I thanked them, said a rosary bead for Brown, and rolled west.
On the way home, I was again in the Magnolia State—making time in a 99 VW Bug with a license plate that said THE WHO, 125,000 miles on the odometer and a couple of pens in the flower vase on the steering column.
According to the journal of that time, I passed through the town of Moselle in Jones County—population 3,200 on March 28. Nothing else is noted.