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Cotton Belt Junk Truck

We ventured through the land of cotton, bowled over the byways, bested back roads and broke our stride with beef brisket and sage-scented barbecue. From Houston to Little Rock, from Memphis to Mo-line, the black asphalt steam clouded my mind and left me driving dazed but determined…

For in that land of soft ceremony and hard liquor, I was seeking out a junk truckers daydream: a roadside rendezvous with flea market mayhem. I was under the gun, running from art show to studio to refill my wares, but still managed to snag a few simple souvenirs from the southland, spread out here like butter on bread.