When I first moved back to Alabama, I was sad to be reminded that things had not changed much from when I lived here fifteen years ago. It's hard to express exactly what it was that bothered me. People are so nice and polite, but slightly more judgmental behind the scenes. They are friendly and welcoming, but not necessarily if you aren't like them. But as with any place, the longer you are there, the more reasons accumulate for why you were wrong. People prove to be more open minded or accepting than you thought, and you just plain come to love the quirkiness that makes it unique. This weekend reminded me of why I'm glad to be back in Alabama.
Why?
Loose standards of safety. Look out for yourselves because we're not going to make fences that will actually keep you from falling off the edge.
Loyalty to its artists. We drove on streets named after every member of this band this weekend. Full names, people. We don't skimp on honor.
Special events. And places to book them.
Junk robots. I know I certainly have enough junk to make a robot out of it.
These next two were on the same street. Can you see what is different about this first picture on the main street of this Alabama town?
Did you guess four wheeler in the middle of the day? Squint, and you'll see it to the right of the parked truck. This guy was just cruising around the town.
And this is for all of you politicos who thought we were totally backwards. Mostly, but not completely. Not everyone is in favor of Alabama's HB56.
Good eats. I'm not sure where the biscuits went, but I'm glad they're back!
Creative spelling. Not "all ways" on purpose.
And just imagine those trees in their full green-leafed glory in a couple of months. I want to get lost in them.
Of course, if you have to pick only one race, it has to be the Mercedes Marathon and Half in Birmingham.
