I’m ready to leave Mississippi just because it’s time to move on. Three more weeks, and it’s already been almost two months since I accepted the job in Iowa. Went out to the island today. The weather was perfect but it was more of the redneck beer crowd than the family crowd out there. Whoever takes my place this summer is going to have a hell of a time keeping the fort clean and orderly. We don’t have any signs or anything. I’m thinking about painting the rules on the .5-inch plywood door (our ersatz sally port gate). I know it will look like crap, but so do cigarette butts and beer cans and urine and drunk, sunburned crackers.
Going to a movie for some politically incorrect entertainment shortly: “Thank You for Smoking”.