(Strike while the iron is hot--better finish this before I'm knocked off again.)

All I wanted to finish up with is that I've never met friendlier kinder folks that those at the Bok Homa, the workers and the other patrons were just nice people. And I noticed something--for gosh, maybe 150 years or so? the white, blacks and Choctaw have lived in this part of Mississippi together, but obviously kept their lives and cultures separate.
There was no mixing of races, which is odd. There's an interesting anthropological paper to be written about that by someone.

I won $170.00 on a nickel machine and left satisfied.
I mourn for my state, for its decay, it's trashiness, its pollution, its poorness, for good people with no resources. If I didn't love Mississippi, where my roots run generations deep in its red clay, I might leave this place. I say that knowing that won't happen. Best of luck, Bok Homa, and my Choctaw people.

susil