From Nashville to Tupelo on the Natchez Trace Parkway
The rain soon stopped and I pulled over to open the sunroof just as my iPhone’s shuffle setting landed on Patty Griffin singing “Heavenly Day.” The newly showered flora was aromatic and, mid-afternoon on a Tuesday, there was not another car for miles. Elvis’s Tupelo Roughly 30 miles north of Tupelo, I approached the Pharr…