Well, as we were pulling out of Jackson, Tennessee, (not the Jackson of Johnny Cash/June Carter Cash fame), I looked in the side mirror and told Raf I thought a trailer tire had blown. We pulled onto the shoulder, and wouldn't you know it, I was right, as usual.
I'm just thankful it wasn't Memphis...probably the dirtiest town in the US of A.
Raf worked for two hours on the tire, discovering one axle was not bolted to the frame on one side of the trailer, and it was free to move two or three inches back and forth, so we pulled into a ratty looking RV park, that has great wifi, went to the local, you got it, Wally World and Lowes (stopping for a Starbucks in the process), as well as a tire store, and we have a new tire and a fixed trailer. It is 6 pm. We had left Nashville at 9:30 this morning.
We will go on to Texarkana tomorrow and home again, home again jig-ity, jig, on Wednesday in time, I hope, for a church vestry meeting...since I'm a member, I should be there, don't ya think?
So...that's our story for the day...but I am planning a whole lecture on culture in the next few days.
Love to you all!