WHERE AM I....WHERE HAVE WE BEEN?

We're in Dallas at the moment, visiting Ann's son. We're leaving Sun for Lafayette, La to visit a pal and leave the EGG so we can drive the pickup to New Orleans. Then it's back to Lafayette to recover the EGG, then we'll split for I-85 & the trip north to Charlotte. En route to I-85 I'd like to stop in Biloxi, Miss., play some poker & win enough to pay for the EGG & the trip. Rick, my son, who was down in New Orleans playing music, stopped at a cheesy casino in Biloxie....arrived at 8AM and won $500 real quick. So I'm thinking I've got some sort of genetic good vibes there and can't lose. I'll stake Ann; she counts cards; made an "A" in calculus; so how can we go wrong?
As for the trip since the last blog entry, it's all a surreal dream. Hence, I'll note some memorable tidbits that are likely out of chronological order, but noteworthy (if you're a bit twisted), so here goes:
At the campground close to Memphis we met Rev. Vernon "Rusty" Hammer, his three buzzed head little boys & his father, who were all camping in a Coleman pop-up. Nice folks from Kansas.
Rusty said, "I'm here to do a funeral. Saved a lady over the phone; she up and died; her sister pleaded with me to bury her, so here I am."
There was a lull in the conversation.
I said to the little ones, "Wow...y'all are going to have lots to talk about during show and tell when you get back to school."
The oldest little one said, "We don't have show and tell. We're home schooled by daddy so there won't be anything to show and tell 'cause he's been right here."
The most prosperous enterprise between the campground & Memphis was: YO MONEY TAX SERVICE--BOOKKEEPING TO.
Struck out for Greenville Mississippi St. Campground/open all year, only to find it closed. Stress turning turning around, as we were up on a levee, in tight quarters. The EGG has a short tongue, making it tough to back up.
Crossed Mississippi & went to Chicot, Ark. & their state park. Lovely spot; huge lake; lots of coots & redheaded woodpeckers. Tried fishing, as the lake was famous for its bass & catfish. Have a jar of GULPS-"BetterThan A Worm" fake bate, but we weren't getting any action. A little gal showed up with a cane pole and a can of bate.
"Y'all doing any good?"
"Nope."
"Them GULPS ain't no good." With that she pulled in a nice size catfish."
"I don't skin um. Grampa does. Has to use his pliers & it's pretty gross. You want to use some of my red wigglers. I got a gracious plenty."
"Thanks a lot, but we were just wrapping it up so we could have some lunch."
"You want a sandwich?"
"Naw.....just ate."