Home, Please?
Alright, my Tennesse experience is thankfully almost over. I’m tired of it. Graceland was fantastic, and there was something strangely fitting about seeing “O Brother, Where Art Thou?” immediately after hearing my father’s cousin laugh about lynchings (eesh). The thing with intolerant old women is that there’s no changing them!

For example, my father and I have both tried to explain what “vegetarian” means, but all my grand-cousin can do is say “Huh. Should I put the roast in?” We have given up on being gracious, and have started making our own food in her kitchen, which horrifies her. “Whah, ahv nevah heard of cookin’ in sumone else’s kichen!” I’m too tired of the shit to care.

Home tomorrow night. Then rapid-fire blogging will resume.