While I do not in any way, shape, or form agree with the Confederate cause (because, you know, let’s just make that crystal clear), this was still a chance to see history in person, and I would be loathe to turn such an opportunity down. So, with a few hours to kill, I headed over to Beauvoir, where Davis lived from 1876 until his death in December 1889, to get a glimpse of the way in which the South commemorates the man whom many would consider one of America's greatest villains.
Read MoreWhile you may not be familiar with the movie, you probably know its most famous song. Forgive me in advance for getting it stuck in your head, but it goes a little something like this: “zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay, my, oh my, what a wonderful day!” You know the one.
Read MoreI awoke Saturday morning and was pleasantly surprised to discover that I hadn't died during the previous evening's shenanigans. Looking around, however, I did notice the yellow mustard stain on my pants, which had been hastily discarded on the floor some eight hours earlier.
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