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We're at Jackson, halfway to Nashville. Greyhound terminal is like stepping back in time, nothing modern about Jackson. Clean and quaint. No soap or paper in the restrooms, but plenty of graffiti (unfortunately not enough time to read the walls!).
The biggest entertainment at Jackson was big mama, something had got under her skin and she was off again. Hustling everyone onto the bus, telling folks to move over and let others have a seat, otherwise pay for 2 tickets, and very vocal that there was no peanut and jelly sandwich at Jackson! I don't think anyone would dare backchat our driver, all I could hear was "yes ma'am, no ma'am". Back in the driver's seat she has calmed down, but from midway down the bus I can still hear her expessing her views on all manner of things. Rathervamusing, quite educational, great trip to Nashville.
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