My cousin emailed a link to this essay a few hours ago. It says so much about my home state of Mississippi, and left me feeling good! Hope you enjoy it as much as I did. — Nuke
This spring, when I went out to get my beds ready for planting annuals, I discovered a pumpkin patch growing in my backyard. Why? Because I had thrown the remnants of a painted, carved, and otherwise desecrated jack-o-lantern back there months before and completely forgotten about it. That’s what Mississippi mud will do for you.
The state of Mississippi is one of those places that rarely gets taken seriously. Like other national punch line destinations—West Virginia, New Jersey, I know you feel me here—comedians and commentators across the land feel free to take our name in vain.
To a certain extent, we have it coming. We bottom out so many lists—per capita income and education for starters—and manage to lead the nation in things like obesity, teen pregnancy, infant mortality, and number of smokers. It’s sad, and, trust me, we know it.
I say “we” although I am not a…
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