Life in Hattiesburg
So, today I just finished unpacking. My brother, hatless, helped me hangup my entire warddrope, including all my socks, shoes, underwear, shirts, and hats.
People around here sure are weird. Everytime I go out to the store or to get something they are always either (1) staring at me or (2) covering their eyes. I wish they'd make up their minds. . . .