Birmingham Dreams.
I just got invited to a punk rock flea market at Cahaba Brewing Company tonight. I think I will go. It is only 9:36AM. I may get better offers between now and then. Still, I like the young lady who invited me. Today is the third time we have met.
My time is running out in Birmingham, Alabama. I must make the most of it. To do otherwise would be a crime.
I spent this morning in the botanical gardens.
Then something else happened, then something else. Plenty has happened. Now, I am sitting outside on Highland Avenue, at a sidewalk café table outside a place called Rojo. It is highly recommended.
I missed the punk rock flea market at the Cahaba Brewing Company. It is one enchanting distraction after another in Birmingham. Birmingham, Alabama is a city full of wills-o-the-wisp. I am following one right now.
Have you ever chased a dream dressed in a short skirt and a long caftan through the streets of Birmingham, Alabama.
The Birmingham streetscape is surprisingly uncluttered. There are very few people out on the streets. Birmingham is a city, and it is a pedestrian city, the streets and the sidewalks are mostly empty.
The streets downtown are eight lanes wide, one way, I roll through traffic lights with impunity because there is no traffic whatsoever. What if someone built a magic city and nobody showed up?
People do live in Birmingham. I have been making the rounds saying goodbye.
Being from New Orleans is a gift. Living in New Orleans makes it obvious, even if it does make us take it for granted. Navigating the real world outside of New Orleans, that is when you will really realize that being from New Orleans is a gift.
Rules are for suckers. Dream big. Dream Birmingham big.