Wampum

I can't get over the fact that someone fed my children scrambled eggs and bacon and wouldn't take anything in payment. I spent the post-coffee hours first on a conference wearing the CTO hat with my co-workers, all in Europe, on our regular agenda, then wearing a "group of cites seeking constituency status" hat in a conference call with the ICANN GNSO-OSC-OPS list, discussing the charter. Midway through the second call, mostly listening on mute as the VOIP link quality was listen-only, Sam and Jonah, followed by Grace and Kezzie, came back as I packed up while listening with one ear. They had bacon and eggs at the snack bar, and Gracie offered $10, but the people there wouldn't take her money.

I really can't get over the fact that someone fed my children breakfast this morning and asked for nothing in return.

At a nearly vacant state park hard by the Mississippi River in the middle of the Mississippi Delta, one of the poorest places in the United States, where the park labor is prisoners.

We stopped to snap a pic at "the crossroads" and made Memphis before sundown. No point cooking, there's barbecue. During the day we visited the mounds at Winterville, from which this effigy of a bound prisoner is taken.