It is a suburb of the big town Tuscaloosa really. There is just one main street. It must have been vibrant before the new highway was built. Now struggling small shops, a bank, a post office and a church define the town’s economy. I stop at a diner that has been there for fifty years. Eggs grits and crisp bacon are the main fare. “I’ll have a burger, the man next to me tells the friendly waitress. “I just got off work and don’t like working nights”, he complains. I sip hot coffee and then continue out into the pouring morning rain.
Tuesday, January 31st, 2012