The Delta.Posted: January 1, 2009
“There’s only one … and it’s in Mis’sippi!”
The Delta. The Most Southern Place on Earth, James Cobb says. It stretches out one hundred fifty miles north to south, like a fat, naked lady — ripe and pulsing. The Delta starts at the Peabody, a man named Cohn said, and comes to an end in Vicksburg on a street called Catfish Row.
The Delta. Home.
My sister gave me the T-shirt for Christmas. I’d wanted a reminder of “home.” I really wanted some earrings I saw in Delta Magazine — page 39 (November/December issue) the Mississippi River earrings by Christine Schultz, a hammered sterling silver wire triangle with a squiggly line hanging down the middle of it — a representation of the Delta and the river that runs through it, the Mississippi. (My sister also gave me a subscription to Delta Magazine.) But they were sold out.
The hot pink shirt reminds me of gliding down Highway 61 through cotton fields … goin’ home. The hot pink shirt reminds me that I need to get busy and finish my memoir of my early years growing up in this Place.
2009 will be the year to do that.