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.
alabama IS boring..and scary!
ReplyDeleteWhy must the trash barrels be labeled? Isn't it obvious?
ReplyDelete... or is that question equally obvious?
ReplyDeleteI think they were labeled to distinguish them from recycling barrels... it was the exquisite hand-lettering that I found irresistable...
ReplyDeleteI had a toy model of that space rocket when i was a kid
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