When I think of Alabama, I think of Carlene, my mom’s college roommate, and her son Gary, and how we visited them a long, long time ago, and while I want to say it was summer it couldn’t have been because of the clothes we wore. Those memories are preserved forever by faded polaroid pictures. I thought their house was amazing mainly because it was two-story. We took turns riding up and down the street in their neighborhood in Gary’s go-cart which was a new experience for my sister and me. Big wheels keep on turning…
When I think of Alabama, I think of Roll Tide and Bear Bryant and his houndstooth fedora that classed up the sidelines every Saturday and college football for years. He was born in Arkansas, you know.
I think of Harper Lee and Monroeville and Scout and Atticus and Boo and Dill and the tree that held gifts.
I think of Hank Williams.
And Alabama Shakes, my new fav.
I think of the trip we made that summer, driving the gulf coast under skies so blue. Moss really does hang from oak trees just like in Forrest Gump.
I think of Forrest Gump and Jen-nee and how life is like a box of chocolates.
When I think of Alabama, I think of Lynyrd Skynyrd because who doesn’t?
And right now when I think of Alabama, I think of the Alabama Book Festival in Montgomery because I’ll be there on Saturday. I’m looking forward to talking with other authors and meeting readers and hopefully (maybe) signing a few books and spreading The Accidental Salvation of Gracie Lee into the deeper southland.
I hope to see a few Alabama Women Bloggers there.
And if I’m lucky, there will be corn dogs to eat because, hey, it’s a festival.
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Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
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