Last Saturday I ran the Mississippi Blues Marathon. It was a memorable event and visit. The highlight occurred in a post office near the airport. I was waiting in line to buy stamps for my postcards. The line was a little lengthy, and my husband finally came in, anxious to leave for the airport.
The ladies behind me first offered and then insisted on not only mailing my postcards but buying the stamps as well. They said they wished to show me true Mississippi hospitality. Their warm kindness topped our list of Mississippi memories and will never fail to fill me with sense of gratitude for being treated to heartwarming Mississippi friendliness and generosity.
