I have a travel companion. His name is Monkey. I bought this little guy in Brugges for my friend's son, Gabe. When I gave Gabe the Monkey, his eyes lit up, he grabbed it and put Monkey's foot in his mouth.
When I stopped to see my friend Karlin and Gabe on my first day of my road trip, they gave me Monkey to take with me. I had instructions to take photos of Monkey's journey. Here's Monkey's journey so far. Today Monkey and I are going to Bourbon Street.
Monkey in his natural habitat
Monkey going over the Tappan Zee bridge and the Hudson River
Monkey's first checkup at the dentist in Salisbury, MD (Apparently Monkey doesn't have teeth)
Monkey refused to swim across the Chesapeake Bay so we took the Bay Bridge
Too early for the Inauguration
Monkey with the Reflecting Pool and Wahington Monument
Monkey chillin' with a cup of coffee in Asheville, NC
At the Biltmore
Hello Kitty in Alabama
Amen!
Chickamuaga Battlefield, Georgia
Monument on the Chickamuaga battlefield
30 November 2008
29 November 2008
A Chance Meeting with the King
Driving to New Orleans today, I stumbled across royalty. In Meridian, Mississippi, I went looking for Jimmie Rodgers, but found the King and Queen of the Gypsies.
As I was driving through town, I noticed a cemetery on the side of the hill. It was not the kind of cemetery with neat, compact rows of chiseled granite (although there were some newer stones). These marble stones were worn and weathered and arranged in a more organic layout. I knew this graveyard had potential so I stopped to look around.
At the top of the hill there was a marble cross with a large marble slab at its base. The inscription read, "Queen of the Gypsies." From the cross hung mardi gras beads and small plastic coin purse. Other gifts included an empty bottle, a plastic Ronald McDonald figure, a packet of raspberry jelly, glass beads, lots of coins, a framed photo of the Queen, a guitar pick, a single large hoop earring and a ring with a big plastic purple stone. Next to the Queen there were the markers for the King of the Gypsies and Sister to the King.
This is rom an article published in the Meridian Star, A royal burial by Anne McKee:
As I was driving through town, I noticed a cemetery on the side of the hill. It was not the kind of cemetery with neat, compact rows of chiseled granite (although there were some newer stones). These marble stones were worn and weathered and arranged in a more organic layout. I knew this graveyard had potential so I stopped to look around.
At the top of the hill there was a marble cross with a large marble slab at its base. The inscription read, "Queen of the Gypsies." From the cross hung mardi gras beads and small plastic coin purse. Other gifts included an empty bottle, a plastic Ronald McDonald figure, a packet of raspberry jelly, glass beads, lots of coins, a framed photo of the Queen, a guitar pick, a single large hoop earring and a ring with a big plastic purple stone. Next to the Queen there were the markers for the King of the Gypsies and Sister to the King.
This is rom an article published in the Meridian Star, A royal burial by Anne McKee:
The year is 1915 and the sudden death of beloved Gypsy Queen Callie Mitchell brought an estimated 20,000 people to the Deep South and the small southern town of Meridian to attend her funeral and burial.
The Queen of the Gypsies of America and her tribe were camped near Meridian when the Queen died during the delivery of a child. The chance location of a Meridian Funeral home and the Episcopal Church, which was equipped and willing to conduct the services for larger numbers of her people, plus Rose Hill Cemetery, a well-maintained and historic location even in the year of 1915, all played important roles in making the decision.
27 November 2008
Gone to Carolina
I spent Thanksgiving in Asheville, NC. It took a little while, but I found the only place in town that was open and I had a turkey sandwich on a croissant. Then I went to the Vanderbilts' Biltmore, which is decorated with Christmas decorations. From there I drove through the mountains to Chattanooga, TN.
Asheville cafe
World's slowest gas pump and "it doesn't matter if you go a little over."
Route 74, Southwestern North Carolina
Thanksgiving wouldn't be the same without all the fireworks.
Asheville cafe
World's slowest gas pump and "it doesn't matter if you go a little over."
Route 74, Southwestern North Carolina
Thanksgiving wouldn't be the same without all the fireworks.
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