john July 31st, 2012
Driving to the panhandle:
I shot the sheriff (in a tepid cover version); I wandered down this lonely street on my own because, like a drifter, I was born to walk alone; I went nowhere and exhorted somebody to help me, to cherish his or her love, and to hit me with his or her best shot; and most of all, I wished I’d brought some music with me.
I was five hours into the drive–about 20 minutes from Milton–before I used the f-word in muttering about traffic. Not bad at all, for me. The drive was mostly intensely boring, which I decided was better than if it had been intensely interesting.
Visiting family and friends:
Mom and Amy and I went to see Brave, which we all enjoyed, then went to Taste of India, which we would have enjoyed a bit more if the waitress hadn’t been giggling and gossping about us and if we’d ordered the dishes milder. The food was good, though, and the owner? cook? was very nice.
Mam-ma recognized me and we had a lucid conversation for awhile, then she invited me to visit her at her home for dinner some day. She told me she’d sold her house, then moved into somewhere that was too small for her, across the street from Leah, and kept moving until she’d found a good place. She thought she was visiting the nursing home, and said that she’d seen the man across the hall a few times and he was nice. She wanted me to come visit her again soon.
Mrs. Nichols wasn’t in either time we stopped by. I’ll try again today.
Uncle Andy was mildly antagonistic, trolling for an argument. I didn’t take the bait. Mom tired of it quickly and we left.
I haven’t seen Tara or Meagan yet, though I want to before I leave.
Random notes about the area:
This is the buckle of the Bible Belt. Part of the directions to Amy’s place from Highway 90: Turn right just after the First Baptist Church of Milton, go down about a mile (left at the fork, over the train tracks, over the bridge), take a right just before the First Baptist Church of Bagdad.
It’s raining today so I haven’t gotten the pictures I’ve wanted. I’m stopped in at hte library to use the wifi. It was sprinkling when I arrived and is pouring down buckets now.
They’ve changed the library a lot since I was a kid: an entire row of shelves has been removed, there’s a designated teen area, and they’ve added a lot of genealogy material. They don’t limit it to the Southeast, though, as ACLD does, but they do have some very interesting stuff like microfilms of correspondence with the Bureau of Indian Affairs.
They also have a folding table with a checkerboard designed into the top: kind of a minor detail inviting gamers. I would have expected a table like that in the teen area, but it’s in the genealogy section–which probably doesn’t mean anything except that I don’t understand the groups of patrons and their interests.