Whew, traffic is rough out here folks. We (Christina, Dixie, & I) are headed to The Great Smoky Mountains! We’ve only got the weekend, so we’ll be spending only one night in the woods. Christina has never been, so we’re both excited for her. I keep warning of all th bears in the Smokies, but I can’t seem to scare her. She’s bluh-ee fearless I tell ya!

We just saw about 10 state boys lined up on the opposite (east bound) side of the interstate. Another half mile up sat an unmarked black impala shootin’ radar. I reckon they was tryin’ to make dem some mun-ee.

“Eh Jon-Boy, finish dem eggs.. I got’s big plans for us dis mornin’..”
Lowers paper plate from in front of face, wiping his mouth clean as he does so.. “wad’s dat might be? We gonna sit down da corna and n eats us sum seeds?”

“Boy! We be troopers now.. We gots ta serve da public.. n protect em. We gon’ make da state sum mun-ee today, jimmy. Gets in yer Impala.. n take dis speed gun wit ya. I’mma sit down round da corna.. Here, take dis radio box n yell at me wit some fancy numbahs when u gets one speedin’.. We gonna be police chief bafore you’d know it.”

That’s it for now.. More later.

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