If Heaven Ain’t Alot Like Dixie

Well, made it out of sw Georgia on the Greyhound.  Interesting bunch of folks ride the bus…all good folks…just interesting.

Like the girl in the seat in front of me.  I guess she was having a hi-tech fight with her boyfriend.  Every 3 or 4 minutes her phone would ring.  Customized ring tones…gotta love ‘em.  Anyways, her’s was Hang Jr.’s song, “If Heaven Ain’t Alot Like Dixie”.

She’d answer the phone, mutter a few expletive deletives into it and slam it down.  Well, however you can slam down the receiver on a cellphone.

Then there was the Asian guy that sat across the aisle from me.  Seemed like nice enough fellow.  Couldn’t speak any english…made us even, I could speak any of whatever he was speaking either.

Couple quick stops along the way…chance to chat with some of the other passengers.

The 57 yo lady who was heading to Jackson MS to resume her truck driving career
The “small person” (back in the day we called ‘em midgets…they still are to me) that was heading to Canada to work at a carnival
The teenage girl that was running away from home.  Seems she’s found her answer to life’s problems in Atlanta and was going there to solve them

And the list of truly interesting folks goes on.  Such is life.

Now for the coffee.