Alabama: The Series

Alabama

killamockI Know As A Minority I Shouldn’t, But I Love Alabama

My first taste of Alabama was by far a better experience than Florida. Plus, all the literary goals.

 


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Had one of the best times in Montgomery. Met some wild people and saw some great sites. Alabama, I definitely appreciate ya’.

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I Got Yelled At By Alabamians For Not Knowing Who Nick Saban Was

Alabama

Wednesday, it’s the day. I woke up at 6 and worked till 9 so I wouldn’t be guilty. I had been planning this specific trip for years. This museum.
I headed for Montgomery and turned onto to Zelda Lane.
The Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald Museum was on the corner of a real neighborhood. Stuck in the middle of Montgomery with the only sign being near the road on top of the mailbox.IMG_8381

Inside, it was one of those Southern homes were you can still picture tea time on the porch or hot nights in August.

This museum had recently promoted staying overnight as an AirBnB. Personally, I am too superstitious to ever mess with that but it’s a great idea. It spanned about 5 rooms, going into detail over Zelda.

The director of the museum came out to great me. She was this badass with a monotone voice. I had hoped the museum would go over more the relational details of Zelda and Scott ( I mean they were mad crazy).

I spent the rest of the day basically picturing myself in the 50’s and trying to get work done.

*I’m doing 2 days in one because they flow together.

Now tomorrow (Thursday), I was supposed to head out to Detroit. I had a work exchange offer to help out with the website at this new hostel. The day before I was supposed to go, she called truly upset saying they over booked their volunteers and could not host me.

Well, that kind of put a hinderance on what I needed to do.

Frantically, I begin messaging hostels or anywhere trying to find a work/exchange program. I was having no luck and I had 12 hours to go.

After mass messaging, I decided to take a coffee break and went into Montgomery. This was probably one of the best ideas I had and resulted in probably the best night so far of my trip. 

I ended meeting this guy. This wonderfully amazing guy. He is a journalist for the Montgomery paper and was probably the most interesting person I had met. We talked over nerdy stuff, politics, the rising issue with media. He even began to through out bigwig media names he had worked with. And I was impressed the moment he dropped BBC. We ended up talking for hours until he had to go.

Instead of parting:

“Hey so some of my friends and I are having a family potluck. We are cooking all this crazy stuff.”

He could have been an axe murderer or a creep but I decided to just go with it.

The meal consisted of me meeting his four other friends. One was in a popular reggae band and gave it up to with his kids. His wife was the freaking director of the museum, and she had this monotone voice that delivered sarcasm perfectly (kind of like April from Parks and Rec). Another was in the socialist party and the last was a folk singer.

That night is what I want in a friend group. They were these crazy intellectual people flouting between political jokes and movie quotes. We debated modern-day imperialism and if the deaths in Serenity were worth it.

Me and Gonzo Journalist ended back at his place and hung out for awhile.

*Cough fast forward cough*

He actually invited me to stay with him while trying to find a place. I actually said yes. That night was amazing between the conversation and meeting his amazing group of friends.

But as fate would have it, I got a call in the morning from a hostel in Maine that I reached out too. They said they needed help and to be there on Friday.

My goal is to say yes to experiences. That’s how I ended up at a random person’s house in Montgomery going over Tolstoy. So, I packed my bags and began a 25 hour drive to Maine.

I did text Gonzo and definitely going to keep in touch, because who knows.

 

I Know As A Minority I Shouldn’t, But I Love Alabama

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The past couple of days here have been what I’ve looking for. I found peace, mediation, began full fiction writing again, basically the creative juices are in full swing.

Monday, I began my trek from Altmore to Montgomery with a stop in-between. I did not know the literary background of Alabama. It’s amazing. I noticed a sign that said thirty minutes to Harper Lee‘s hometown and basis for “To Kill A Mockingbird“. I stopped my car and turned real quick.

Lee’s book is iconic and while I’m not the greatest fan of her 70 year follow up book, she is still a magnificent queen in my book. I get to the town of Monroeville and look around. No one was there. No on driving, no one in the shops. It did seem a little eery especially with my being a minority and all. But I chalked it up to Labor Day and did the walking tour. Nobody bothered me.

But wait there’s more

Turns out it’s Truman Capote‘s hometown too. Alabama now rivals Texas as my favorite state at this point.

I came to Montgomery and settled in with. It was easy driving through with no one on the roads again. My goal of the day was to eat at an icon’s place and find my hostel. Well, I ate at Ms. B‘s in Montgomery and had drive to Prattsville, Alabama to find my hostel. I did not realize when getting this place, that it would be a permaculture.

(Background: permaculture is a food forest done by local individuals who are either tired of the price of food going up, wanting to make a more sustainable living, provide food for farmer’s markets, or both.)

This couple opened their farm and their animals to strangers around the world. The farm is far enough away from the city, that when you enter it’s on a gravel road. The greenery completely surrounds you for the last ten miles. I think I may like Northern U.S. more than I thought.