I’d heard there was a monument to Muddy Waters in his birthplace. We stopped and I had a walk around. I was looking for a statue. There were some murals on a wall but that wasn’t it.
It was Sunday morning and the only people around were three guys in a gazebo sharing a bottle of whiskey in a brown bag. I wandered over. They looked like locals. I asked them if they knew where the monument to Muddy Waters was. One of them said ‘You’re standing in it, brother’.
Seems the gazebo was the monument. It had a plaque in front. I took a photo.
One of the other guys said: ‘What’s Muddy Waters ever done for us?’
I thought that was a little harsh as the guys were sitting in his gazebo enjoying a drink.