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Thursday, July 22, 2010


On my way down to Gainesville I tried to stop (to sleep in the car) in some little town just inside the Tennessee border, but it was so damn hot and humid I could barely breathe.  I figured if I kept driving I could at least have a breeze, so I drove on into the wee hours of the night, stopping at last at a rest area just inside the Alabama border.  I slept fitfully for three hours or so, waking at dawn, and headed back out on the road.  I made it to Birmingham by 7:30 AM.

Couldn't get enough of the space rocket.

Or the trash barrels.

NEXT TIME:  Banana Spiders and other Strange Floridians.


  1. Why must the trash barrels be labeled? Isn't it obvious?

  2. ... or is that question equally obvious?

  3. I think they were labeled to distinguish them from recycling barrels... it was the exquisite hand-lettering that I found irresistable...

  4. I had a toy model of that space rocket when i was a kid


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