The South
I was in Rayville longer than most people would care to be in Rayville. I think I spent three or four days there walking around, riding my bike, doing next to nothing. It’s a town of about 4,000, and there’s honestly nothing unique to do there beyond eating at a local restaurant. Part of the fun (for me, anyway) is just observing how much daily life differs from place to place. Acquainting myself with the back roads and shortcuts and different establishments. In fact, I got so familiar with the place that, at one point, I was mistaken for a Walmart employee by another Walmart employee. I happened to be wearing a plain blue t-shirt in almost the exact hue of all the employees’ plain blue t-shirts. I was coming out of the bathroom, with my backpack on at about 8:30. And an employee asked, “Are you ready to go home?”
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