[Lexie Palmore]

Once upon a time, on a family trip to Washington DC, we were on our way back to Texas and were running late due to car trouble. We, therefore, had to find a place to stay in Vicksburg. There were No Vacancy signs everywhere except the Vicksburg Hotel, and for good reason. It was a dump. We decided to take a walk and were engulfed by a toxic cloud being spewed out by the mosquito patrol. Welcome to Vicksburg. It all would have been worth it if we could have somehow stumbled down to the river and seen the Sprague, but we didn't. What a fine thing that would have been. I do not recall any special services at the Vicksburg Hotel, either.