I am a crazy blues fan. Last September I went to Clarksdale Missisipi to visit the bluesland and see the crossroads where Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil. The crossing of the two roads are a busy intersection now. I did not feel much. However, when I stayed in the Days Inn Motel that night I had an uneasy feeling. I guess the devil came to my motel room and kept me awake all night. Well, isn,t it a matter of believing anyway? It was a beautifukl one week vacation from New Orleans to Missisipi. I will never forget it.