Driving through the great state of Mississippi along U.S. Route 11 is not super-exciting, but it is a heckuva lot more interesting than driving through the great state of Alabama on U.S. Route 11. Alabama is boring.
Alabama is not my sweet home and I hate that song, and Lynyrd Skinner in general. I am not even that big a fan of Alabama, the band.
Last August (paid subscribers can find it in the archives) I went to the Alabama Museum in Fort Payne, Alabama. The museum is about the band, not the state. It was great fun. Paid subscribers can read all about it. The history of the State of Alabama interests me even less than the history of the band.
At least in the Mississippi Pine Belt, I got to pass through some semi-interesting towns. I am going to stop again in Laurel on the way home. I may have lunch with a friend in Picayune. I discovered things in Hattiesburg and Meridian that I hadn’t seen last time.
I was getting white line fever driving through Alabama on Route 11. The only town of interest, which was essentially the only town, period, was Eutaw, and that is just a courthouse surrounded by defunct storefronts.
Tuscaloosa is Tuscaloosa. I remembered it fondly as I passed through but I did not stop.
Birmingham is Birmingham. I am talking to a lady from Birmingham. She told me to not say anything bad about it. I do not have anything bad to say.
And, on that note, it is time to pull the curtain and put up the paywall. I will see the rest of you in a second.