Casey looked at the Gulf Mobile & Ohio timetable. He had always wanted to go to Memphis. Blues music and good food lured him there. He picked up his satchel of brushes and, having made a few sales that week, decided to get going.
Music rang from every street corner. Men played six-strings with tin-cups. Casey dropped a penny or two here and there as the blues rang. At a hardware store, he sold a few wide brushes and found a place for the night. The Mississippi River drifted down to New Orleans.
The Illinois Central City of New Orleans made its station stop, and he thought of getting back on the train and going all of the way south. The sleek lines of the passenger trains always inspired him.
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