We stopped at an antiques store in Alabama today and saw this for sale.
Yeah, that’s the best I can do right now. Sorry.
Purveyor Of Fail
There is this little store in Lynnville that has a “fancy” men’s store…
…that shouldn’t use big words without spellcheck. **
**Okay, so as I research this further, Merriam-Webster tells me that the way they spell it is a variant method. I read ‘variant’ as wrong or you can call this an attitude fail. I am cool either way.
East Bound And Down
Apparently one of my favorite country artists, Jerry Reed, passed away today. They don’t write tunes like these anymore.
Say hello to Smokey for us…
Scenes From Vacation: Tuesday
So I can’t quite figure out exactly what we did today as I have been fighting a stellar headache for most of my waking hours. For some details on the vacation you will have to run over to my wife’s site over here. I like the idea of only picking a picture or two from our travels. It makes you beg for more…hello?…is anyone out there? Oh well.
Try to keep up. We started in Lewisburg. We drove to Columbia. We drove back to Lewisburg. We drove to Cornersville. We drove to some random town in Alabama. We drove to Lynnville. We drove to Mooresville. We drove back to Lewisburg. It would have been quicker and easier to just straight through to crazy!
After having recent finished reading The Right Stuff I was extra thrilled to drive to the Alabama Welcome Center just to get out and stare at their enormous feat of technology.
At this same rest stop they have a replica of Washington’s Vietnam Memorial but for Alabama’s brave soldiers that never made it home from that war. I wonder if my uncle from New Hampshire (he will be dubbed…man I bet he will hate this…Uncle Sgt. Slaughter! lol) had any idea that he is listed on the wall. No one tell him as I bet it will piss him off to know that he died fighting in the war as a child from Alabama.
Anyway, the afternoon pretty much ended up in Lynnville. They have this pretty nifty (okay, incredibly tiny) railroad museum.
One more thing: Is it me or does everyone find these obscure backroads that turn dark when you go down them to be creepy and only missing banjo music to complete the scene?
I am home now and doing my best to fight this headache (the Labatt’s and Stella Artois don’t seem to be working fast enough) and decide what adventures may come our way tomorrow. I think a trip to Nash-vegas may be in store. Maybe I will see you there.
It’s Becoming An Epidemic
Tonight the wife and I were driving randomly around the area and decided to cruise through Columbia. We parked at the square and got out to walk and admire the architecture. (Really, we did!)
We were walking down one of the side areas when I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn’t seeing things:
How do you hang the man’s name upside down? Oh, and to make it even better, they got it wrong on the opposite side as well!
