"..A 90's Reba song echos back off the dashboard"
Drivin' down I20 , headed East. We'd well past the State line. I was antsy. Very antsy. I glanced over to my right. She was fast asleep in the passenger seat. I glanced in my rear view mirror. She, too, was fast asleep.The green state sign read," Monroe 20 miles." The billboard above boasted West Monroe and it's famous Duck Dynasty residents. My fangirl mind raced.
Louisiana was nothin' new to me. After all many summers were spent in Southern Louisiana with family. One summer we were shipped to Grandma's while the parentals cruised the Bahamas. Still a bittersweet memory even now. Jealous of the vacation we weren't invited to but thankful. That summer fostered my love for The South and the outdoors. The rich history it possesses. Lookin' back, I'm thankful for the summer of '96. Even if my 9 year old self didn't understand it's impact at the time.But this part of the state. Yes, this part was new. Northern Louisiana was a vast Southern unknown to me. I didn't realize we'd be passin' this way. My mind raced. Would they realize if I veered off course? Jackson Mississippi, our destination wasn't going anywhere. It'd still be waitin'.