Well, I am playing catch-up here in Amarillo...where helium is king...and the hotel gives out free bevvies until 7 p.m. We checked in at 6 and are busy checking out. Do they give tickets for B.W.I.? (Figure it out.) We crossed the OHIO River on Friday and were immediately graced with several degrees of solar gain as the rays poured down from the heavens. Ah, Dixie. As you can see from my photos, our New Year's Day lunch was perfect: Pimento Cheese sandwiches and Moon pies, washed down with Nehi Grape. As a sort of nod to our middle-aged semi-consciousness, we did indulge in a side of baked Lay's potato crisps. And do not fear for the sanctity of our superstitions...we had our black-eyed peas warmed from the can in the hotel micro-wave for New Year's Eve. Yesterday morning in Gnashville we had cheese grits and biscuits with cream gravy. Dammit I am chicken-fried! I love you people! gah!