Heading South

We left Nashville early this AM. Here is the biped's Mom wishing me goodbye.


And here is the biped-Mom's dog wishing me goodbye.


The biped wanted to take a slow drive through the backwoods as part of his "research" for his "book". I said fine, but then you have to do the driving. I'm not getting involved with any of these redneck sheriffs if there's trouble. Before we left Tennessee, we stopped in Tullahoma. I have a train movie, but it's too big to upload--maybe when the biped gets me a better internet connection.

This is one of the fine (and few) brick homes in Tullahoma. Three spinster sisters became artists and teachers after the war. A not unusual occurence when there were so few men left to marry. There's a similar story about a great artist in Huntsville, our destination, but more on her later.



Here is one of those strange and mysterious things that happen in the South. Two white horses that stood and watched us quietly as we drove by looking for the ruins of an old mill. Actually, the biped thought it was strange and mysterious. I nearly barked my face off at those gigantic monsters.



We entered Alabama and realized that we were on this highway. I knew then that the spirit of Dina Martina was watching over us.

This is what once was a grocery and gas station in the middle of the quaint little burg of Princeton, Alabama.
These are what were called--during and after the Civil War--Sherman's sentinels.  In one of the biped's daydreaming fancies, he suggested that perhaps when General Sherman was in Huntsville in 1864, he ordered this house burned because it harbored Rebel sharpshooters.  In Jackson County, it was a not uncommon occurence.  I suggested to the biped that the reality was probably they had old Christmas lights up and it burned the whole house down in 1973. 
This is how people move in Alabama.  You don't just pack your stuff.  You pick up your mobile home and move it with you.  If people in Ptown spent a little more time down South, maybe they wouldn't think the Town Trailer was so bad!

And here's a gratuituously cute picture of me!


We're in Huntsville for most of tomorrow, too. The biped is at the library doing that "research". I'll post about the town tomorrow night. There's too much to say to add it here!