Between Louisiana and Mississippi, on route 11, between Picayune, Miss. and New Orleans is the Pearl River Swamp. Right at the river bridge at the state line is an old swimming hole that we all liked. Jennifer had visited this area as a child, and loved that swimming hole. Just recently she was traveling through the area and remembered the old swimming hole, so she pulled off the road and drove down the trail to the spot. The first thing she noticed when she got there was an absence of humanity. Well, she thought, "it is a work day and the kids are in school so it is probably safe to do a little skinny dipping." Well, the water was wonderful and she was relaxing, and didn't hear me walking down the trail til it was almost too late. When she heard me all she could find was a number two wash tub sitting on shore. She grabbed the tub, held it in front of her, and waited for me to show. "You were probably thinking that you could just walk right up and catch me nekkid. Is that what you were thinking?" "No maam," I said, "I wasn't thinking nothing of the sort. What I'm thinking is that you're thinking there's a bottom in that wash tub." Justin Wilson, forgive me my transgressions.