32 years ago I came to the Mississippi Delta to see the house where my mother lived and the final resting place of my grandfather. The journey back shows how very little has change in a part of the country with such a rich and horrid history. Venturing through the town you try to imagine life from days gone by. You envision the train pulling into the station passengers unloading and the cars moving that great commodity-cotton-to some other destination. As you look around you wondered what happened to this town surrounded by cotton fields and catfish farms. Talking with the town folk, who have been here their entire life seems to enjoy this simply life as "da way things is..."