Dinner

Those tamales wrapped in real corn shucks are the
way I remember having had them since I was a kid.
The oldest and best smelling ones when I was little
came from the old Jack's Tamales on North West
street in Jackson; my dad used to head there most
weekends for a boatload wrapped in old newspapers
to bring home most Friday nights. Dang those
were good, not so much but still good when the
place relocated to Silas Brown across the street
from the original Dennery's at the foot of South
Jefferson street by the old narrow as heck Pearl
river 2 lane bridge that predated even the some
what newer US80 4 lane bridge and way before
the I20 route.