Few years ago my father-in-law’s atv was stolen. “Four wheeler” as we call it. He gets a call from North Carolina, sheriff’s office there has found a matching serial number. We live in south Mississippi, so this was quite a ride. He asks if I want to go on a fly-by-night trip. Of course I do. Why not? We leave after work, around midnight go through Atlanta. Driving in Atlanta is a horror story all on its own. Anyhow, we get down the road a ways, father-in-law says he smells something. Says it smells like cow manure. I think he losing his mind, or either he’s had a few too many Red Bull. Either way, glad I’m driving for now. About 50 miles later we catch up to it. A full cattle hauler, covered in manure. Dude’s got a golden nose apparently and I thought he was going senile. Bless his heart. Turns out, they mistyped the serial number into the database. Wasn’t even his. Still haven’t found it.
MFS is an absolute legend. Great article and interview.
Have been a big fan of Michael's for several years now after hearing him speak at a book signing in Clarksdale, deep in the Delta. He's a fine Southern writer.
Scariest late night drive involved a 24 hour-straight trek from Colorado to Mississippi and hitting a snowstorm in Texas, watching cars spin off into ditches all night long, but persevering nonetheless. Young, stupid, and lucky is what I was.
Few years ago my father-in-law’s atv was stolen. “Four wheeler” as we call it. He gets a call from North Carolina, sheriff’s office there has found a matching serial number. We live in south Mississippi, so this was quite a ride. He asks if I want to go on a fly-by-night trip. Of course I do. Why not? We leave after work, around midnight go through Atlanta. Driving in Atlanta is a horror story all on its own. Anyhow, we get down the road a ways, father-in-law says he smells something. Says it smells like cow manure. I think he losing his mind, or either he’s had a few too many Red Bull. Either way, glad I’m driving for now. About 50 miles later we catch up to it. A full cattle hauler, covered in manure. Dude’s got a golden nose apparently and I thought he was going senile. Bless his heart. Turns out, they mistyped the serial number into the database. Wasn’t even his. Still haven’t found it.
MFS is an absolute legend. Great article and interview.
Have been a big fan of Michael's for several years now after hearing him speak at a book signing in Clarksdale, deep in the Delta. He's a fine Southern writer.
Scariest late night drive involved a 24 hour-straight trek from Colorado to Mississippi and hitting a snowstorm in Texas, watching cars spin off into ditches all night long, but persevering nonetheless. Young, stupid, and lucky is what I was.