we drove down the natchez trace parkway to get there. we first flew into memphis, and then we drove down highway 61, legendary, and then made it to the natchez trace parkway. and as we were driving and drew closer to the county where she lived, we came upon some cotton fields. i wanted to go back at the same time she would have left, which would have been about now. it was fall of the year, which is the high picking season in mississippi where she lived. and so, we saw this cotton field, wide open. there were no cars. and this is still isolated land really. and she wanted to get out and pick. and she said, "let's stop and pick some." and i said, "are you sure that we can do this? i mean, this land belongs to somebody. and we're in mississippi, besides." and she said, "oh, they're not going to care what little bit we want to pick." and so, she jumped out of the car and went out into the rows of cotton and started picking. and i went with her, still wary. and she seemed to be giddy. i mean, she hated picking cotton when she had to, but now