Hey, y'all.

That was the pis... most annoying drive ever. Hard rain on I-20 and rampant scattered showers on 49, intermittent little blasts so that you could neither turn the windshield wipers on nor turn them off.

When I stopped at the Eagle Truck Stop at the Carmel exit, down 49 a piece from Shreveport, I felt as though I'd gotten off a horse rather than out of a truck. Don't order the biscuits and gravy.

The leg between Alexandria and Vidalia was smooth as silk, though.

A sign for a hair salon in Pineville read "Totally Clips".