and I have to say, I'm sort of fond of the state. lilting accents, lots of carbs, pretty hills, all that. the plane I rode in broke down twice. I had to calm down the boy (college aged) next to me because it was his *very first flight* and his mom, who had also never flown before in her life, told him he shouldn't fly because of omens and stuff. I distracted him by getting him to tell me about when the mine company drilled so much marble out of the hill by his house that the land underneath collapsed and half a house (the middle half) fell in the ground. It's OK, though, because they put a tarp over the hole in the roof and plywood over the hole in the living room.
I heart Alabama.
Reviewing the Mail: Week of 12/9
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