We’re on a balcony perched over the Mississippi looking across the river into Louisiana, drinking Bud and watching the barges ply their way up the Great River. Man they’re long – a 100 metres at least. As the sun sets over the Louisianna delta and our Ipod belts out Delta Blues it is hard to imagine a better place to be. The Backblocks America tour so far is delivering all it promised – Jo has fulfilled a lifelong ambition – dancing with a Redneck, Roger asserts that the high church count is testimony to the weight of numbers being proof, while Dave just contemplates our oil filters and concludes we’re overdue.
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