"At under the hill. There's a woman singing 'these boots are made 4 walking.' She's barefooted."
Well, considering I've written about a floor-dwelling drummer, a head leprechan, and a suspected vampire in previous posts involving Natchez, this communique should come as no surprise.
I got this text from a good buddy of mine, Doug Hosford, who owns High Cotton down on Main Street.
He's the one who first took me to the Under the Hill Saloon. It's a sacred place.