We started today, as is becoming ritual, at a Waffle House and it was kind of like comedy hour. The waitresses were in rare form – one of them told us that she wouldn’t go to Mexico until she spoke fluent Spanish because she was sacred about what would happen if she didn’t know what people were saying to her “You can call me a chicken, but I’ll be a chicken. I’ll be a smart chicken.” With these words of wisdom we headed south until the roads stopped and we were looking at the gulf. It was a beautiful view – white sand beaches, big blue sky, and enough beach-goers to be lively but not so many that it was a zoo. We spent a few hours at the beach, grabbed a meal and headed west to Mobile where we are calling it quits for the night-- with the car full of sand and empty coffee cups which will have to be cleaned up tomorrow when we continue westward. Archiving begins again on Monday in Baton Rouge.