Mississippi is one of the poorest states in the country, and we were in a poor rural corner, which could appear in a documentary about LBJ's war on poverty.
In the middle of all the poverty was an out of place mansion.
There were a bunch of trains sitting in the town.
At one point we spied a fellow on the side of the road working for the railroad, switching tracks. Gutsy N opened the window and basically said "whatcha doin?", and then proceeded to explain that our son S loves trains. People in the south are beyond friendly, and the guy proceeded to basically force us to park the car and take a ride on the train.
They don't teach you about this on Thomas.
Who would have guessed that one of the coolest things on the whole trip would happen in rural Mississippi.