Countries, Territories, assorted rare states I have visited 3

This entry chronicles my big move to the former Confederate States of America. That occured in 1969. I think the Band was singing "The Night they drove ole Dixie down" at this point. We moved from California to a house in Tennessee without a proper toilet. We had a good time though. We picked blackberries and ate cobbler. We went down to the creek and got watercress. We had a dog named "Girl." My grandfather lived with us, and he would sneak off and drink beer. He would often bring me a Dr. Pepper though, so I forgave his funny beer-smell. This stamp celebrates this former country. The sign speaks for itself.