life story

life story
Originally uploaded by rod lewis

Hey kids! I've finally found internet again. In a tiny cheap (read, very cheap) roadside motel in Tupelo, Mississippi.
We rode from Jackson (hotter than a pepper sprout) to Tupelo on the Natchez Trace Parkway, a National Park. We arrived here at 2:00am starving, so we went, of course, to Waffle House, where the next-door business' sign could be seen through the condensation on the window.
I thought it was very apt, because if life IS a story, the title is definitely "cash", (or lack thereof).
also, please don't forget that I was in Jackson at 6:00pm, and thought of and referenced another Cash.

our server was a perfectly round, quite pretty girl, whose waist size could be measured by multiplying her height by πr2. She was so sweet, sugar wouldn't melt in her mouth. Her name is Melissa, so my inner soundtrack immediately swithed from Johnny and June, and Van Morrison, back to the Allman Bros.