Columnist: What it means that two white strangers stopped me while I walked to the gas station
I knew someone was going to offer help because as much as racial hatred and violence are hallmarks of this place, so is everyday cross-racial common courtesy and kindness.
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Yo & The South:
Donna St. George: In over 15 states, schools can still paddle students as punishment: Corporal punishment remains legal, especially in the South. It still has its defenders. But the costs can be steep.
📷 These "Estate Homes from the Low 410s" are going up at the intersection of two busy-and-getting-busier 4-lane roads. It's a bottleneck for traffic attempting to avoid major routes to another part of town. There is no zoning or planning in the County.
Note the ample lot size. They'll be sold before they're finished.
The land was a large peach orchard. No trees will be planted by the builders.
📷 Out for a minute this morning, and I spotted this semi-trailer with a message from "God" on the side.
"It's Obvious You Are On The Wrong Road. Follow Me Detour Signs" ...God
That's the local megachurch just beyond it. And some wonder why I call this little hellhole "Jesusville!"
📷 "There Will Be Watermelon"
This "Sugar Baby" weighs in at about 12 lbs. (5.5 kg) and cost $2.99 ("On Sale"). The melon was grown within a few miles of where I'm writing this—"local produce."
She's been in the fridge for almost 48 hours and will be coldcold at the slicing ceremony this afternoon. BIL has agreed to do the honors. I don't fare well with large knives and even-larger melons.
📷 I shoot this intersection often. It's the only "red light" for a few miles around. If I'm waiting for the light to change, I'll snap one out the window.
This shot was last night, about 7:30. Pretty dead, huh? Not much goes on around here.
I'm headed to Circle K for a cold drink re-fill: Cucumber/Lime mixed with Mango Lemonade. 😋
📷 Coming noon, and it's already 90º and muggy here. "Feels like" 96º.
The sky is a cloud-free Carolina Blue color swatch ("Go Tarheels!"), serving a UVI of 11 (Severe).
Jack says "Heyyyy!" We're back inside after a few minutes out back last hour.
📷 It's coming up a cloud. Rain from a thunderstorm will have the same effect as pouring water on the rocks in a sauna. It's already 50% humidity and (feels-like) 98º, and the UVI is "Extreme"-ly 11.
I can duck back into the A/C, but not everyone can. I feel fortunate.
📷 Snake in the driveway, Wednesday about 6 PM. I'd been to town, was walking to the house and remembered I'd left my glasses in the glove box and turned around.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!"
Neighbors on the porch across the street who heard me but didn't see the snake looked away real quick and pretended they didn't hear my blasphemy! 😂
📷 There's a SOLD sign in the front yard of this house and the ones on either side—"parcels" for commercial development now.
This lot will be a(nother) car wash. There is no zoning, and a small town is being paved over for mostly chain retail stores and restaurants at a rapid clip.
The rurnt house isn't a loss, but the grand cedar tree out front surely is.
July 13, 2023.
📷 Morning, y'all.
No sleep to 6 this morning, so I'm not slacking. Jack woke me, or I'd still be out.
At the back door (sliding glass), I felt the heat radiating in from a couple feet away.
It's easily the hottest and muggiest day since last August—92º/feels like 99º with 65% humidity and an AQI of 11 (severe). There *will be a t-storm today.
Jack wanted no part of the heat, either. Back inside, I'm thankful we have air-conditioning.
📷 Out for errands in town and drove through a couple neighborhoods I haven't seen since I was a kid.
Mom's mom and I walked this street to the greengrocer, the one where I bought tomatoes today. Granny lived in the mill village at the end of the road; I did too in 1969, the year Dad was in Vietnam.
Both churches have changed names and denominations, but scant else is different. It's older and more run down.
Could a battery production boom change the American South’s views of green energy?
The Christian Science Monitor reports: "Alabama could be the buckle of a new manufacturing 'battery belt' across the South. The economic activity is putting green energy in a new light."
A friend brought me a very quiet fan that they picked up for 3 dollars at the Goodwill "pay by the pound" bins (it caps at 3 dollars), so now I am feeling the ecstasy that is 2 fans blowing on me at once without having to raise the volume of my TV. #TheSouth
📷 This building will be demolished soon, after serving many functions over maybe 100 years.
In the late 60s, the left half was a summer-only country store, serving mostly workers from the large peach orchard behind it (a subdivision since the 80s).
The store had a "cash drawer" instead of register and served pimento cheese sandwiches in wax paper, Nabs, cold drinks, cigarettes. At the counter, big jars of "Red Hot' sausages, pickled eggs and pickles.
📷 They're tearing down a c. 1920s antebellum-style house to make room for another chain restaurant on "The Highway." An old country store behind it is doomed, too.
The area behind them was a peach orchard when I was a kid. It was leveled in the 80s for a subdivision.
This sign sat in front an an old shed.
🤡 I don't know which neighbor of mine is in a mood or drunk or tweaking or all of that (it's the one with the rooster and Confederate flag—diamonds to donuts), but they're firing weapons up into the air! Because bullets are cheap, and they can.
First time since last November. It starts every year before July 4th and lasts till about the time the okra's done for the season—first freeze.
The back yard isn't safe while they're shooting.
It's legal, if ill-advised and dumb.
📷 In 1990, I moved from SF to DC and stopped in my hometown for a couple days on the drive across.
This is my nephew in his front yard. He has two kids of his own now and is singer-songwriter with a great day job. I see him a few times a year.
Since I moved to this account I've done a pretty bad job of posting nature photos, which was my original intent. So here is Fall Creek Falls, highest waterfall east of the Rockies. From a hike earlier this spring.
Olympus OM-1 / 12-100 f4 / in-camera ND filter
I took this shot today near my house, sitting in my car at the gas station. It's an edit of the eastern sky about 7:15. It rained all night, and the sun was beginning to burn the clouds off.
📷 Behind the Dollar Tree, Sunday morning at 6:43 AM, just after sunrise.
I forgot the coffee place doesn't open till 7 on Sunday morning; used the 20 minutes to go where I haven't before near the strip mall in Jesusville.
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