I wasn’t sure if the courthouse was painted or whitewashed, but it cut a sparkling figure, shining among the buildings of downtown Yazoo City. It was stucco in and Italianate style, replacing the old Greek Revival courthouse that was burned down by Union soldiers in 1864. I can’t be too terribly upset with that. While the courthouse was nice, I was mildly unsettled as I approached. In the immediate area, I saw the cruisers of the Sheriff’s Department. Normally, I wouldn’t make note of the empty cars, but they all bore the Sheriff’s name and his nickname was “Bull.” If you know who Bull Connor was, you’ll understand why I am suspicious of anyone attached to law enforcement with that nickname. More importantly, I had seen a great brown flood on the edges of town. Had it been earlier in the year, no doubt it would have been green but regardless of color, kudzu had taken over the valleys. I’m not exactly sure how kudzu is controlled, but Yazoo City is no doubt facing it as we speak.
After the Virtual in Canton, I knew what my cache would be. I took a turn that would cost some dreaded time from my schedule, but how could I not? Running parallel to a back road sort of on the way to Yazoo City was a train track. I followed it to a plaque and parked at the place where Casey Jones had his famous train wreck. And I was rewarded with an ammo can! Inveni, inscripsi, reposui. And once I was done in Yazoo City, I continued on to a different goal on the way to…
Geocaching While Black 