I broadcasted from Corinth yesterday afternoon. My journal entry for the day reads: Drove four hours in the rain, visited the Corinth Civil War Interpretive Center, interviewed a few folks, ate part of a Slugburger (compliments of Borroum’s Drug Store) and then drove four more hours in the rain home. I marveled at the tornado damage on the Natchez Trace near Hwy. 82, stopped for a snack in Eupora and then headed toward the house. I fell asleep a couple of times while driving and ended up sitting in the middle of neighborhood’s main street where my car came to a stop when I dozed off.
It was a long day.
Corinth has an old-timey charm to it. It has narrow streets (I guess from the days when horses and wagons were the main form of transportation) and really makes you feel like you’ve stepped back in time. Its origins were as a railroad town — a history that brought death and destruction to its citizens during the Civil War. But today, things are a bit more festive. This weekend, they are having they 25th Annual Slugburger Festival. If you’re in the area, it’s a fun time. Yes, I said Slugburger again. Slugburgers aren’t made from slugs — they’re Depression-era fried beef/pork/soy patties dressed in onion, mustard and pickle that used to be sold for a slug — or nickel. Saturday they’ll be having a Slugburger eating contest.
I can’t even imagine.