Confederate flags and Baptist churches outnumbered shotgun shacks, and Tara double wides 10 to 1. Was feeling a bit queasy as I passed ginormous gated Baptist Convention Center..."ain't nuttin goin on there 'cept speaking in tongues." Babs' own personal Shutter Island, Auschwitz, 7th layer of hell all rolled into one Antebellum modular.
Tomorrow back on the road. Visit to Andersonville, just to get my hackles totally up, and rhetorically prepped for happy hours with my friend Anna, the Tallahassee Lassie. Then onto the placid pre "off the grid" penultimate off the grid home of Marjorie Kinan Rawlings at Cross Creek.
Meanwhile spending quality time with the progeny... and still paying off that credit card debt from London.
Shudder. Never leave the main roads in the Deep South. I still remember watching (probably with my mouth hanging open) after stopping at a convenience store in one of the small Georgia towns as a rather portly man bought a small bottle of regular Coke, poured a small package of salted peanuts into the Coke and then proceeded to drink/chew from the bottle. I still haven't gotten over it and my family is from the south.
ReplyDeleteDidn't listen to your advice Claire. Again, got off Interstate, looking for USPOffice. Horrified to see enormous billboard that read "Where is the birth certificate?" Marquis in front of First Full Gospel Testifying Bible Baptist Church the Holy Ghost "If you don't love Jesus, you can go to HELL." Breathed a sigh of relief as I crossed the Suwanee River.
ReplyDeleteI'm telling you... there's another world out there and I don't want to visit...
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