Rest Stop Encounter
On a drive to New Orleans for a conference a couple of years ago, I was traveling down the interstate in southern Mississippi not far above the Louisiana border about dusk when I noticed a rest area – actually a rest stop parking area, since it did not feature rest rooms. Something led me to pull in. The actual parking area was somewhat hidden from the Interstate, and was bordered by woods and vegetation. There were a couple of big rigs and two or three cars. There was a chain link fence around...