Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again
Current Waffle House Count: 35
Number of...numbers: Infinite
We spent all of today in the car, bouncing from city to city. The highlight was driving down to Bayou La Batre, a shrimping community that was really amazing to see. You may remember Bayou La Batre as the hometown of Bubba Blue, Forrest Gump's best buddy. Now it's 30% Cambodian. Of course, Bubba was an African-American. If he had been Cambodian, his tour with Forrest in Vietnam might have been different.
From there, we went down to Dauphin Island, a beach island in the Gulf that was hit by Ivan worse than anyplace we've been so far. There were a ton of destroyed houses, but more than that was the beach. The beach was on the houses, and on the road. The sand and debris were in drifts over ten feet high on the sides of the island's only road. Zowie.
We also went to Foley, Alabama, Daphne, Fairhope, Gautier, Mississippi, Ocean Springs, and Lucedale. None of them were good for the show. The stratospheric increase in Waffle Houses is due to our trip down AL-98. You'll never want for a waffle on AL-98.
There was more, of course, and I'll get to it a bit later. Tomorrow we're going back to Atmore--they have an annual town celebration centered around their train history called Williams Station Day. We're going to shoot it and meet more people. Maybe I'll run into the future ex-Mrs. Meltzer. Then we have to rush to New Orleans in time to watch a baseball game. Some team I like is playing tomorrow night. Prediction: Cards in four.
Go ahead, Boston. Prove me wrong.
Expect slow posting until Sunday.
Number of...numbers: Infinite
We spent all of today in the car, bouncing from city to city. The highlight was driving down to Bayou La Batre, a shrimping community that was really amazing to see. You may remember Bayou La Batre as the hometown of Bubba Blue, Forrest Gump's best buddy. Now it's 30% Cambodian. Of course, Bubba was an African-American. If he had been Cambodian, his tour with Forrest in Vietnam might have been different.
From there, we went down to Dauphin Island, a beach island in the Gulf that was hit by Ivan worse than anyplace we've been so far. There were a ton of destroyed houses, but more than that was the beach. The beach was on the houses, and on the road. The sand and debris were in drifts over ten feet high on the sides of the island's only road. Zowie.
We also went to Foley, Alabama, Daphne, Fairhope, Gautier, Mississippi, Ocean Springs, and Lucedale. None of them were good for the show. The stratospheric increase in Waffle Houses is due to our trip down AL-98. You'll never want for a waffle on AL-98.
There was more, of course, and I'll get to it a bit later. Tomorrow we're going back to Atmore--they have an annual town celebration centered around their train history called Williams Station Day. We're going to shoot it and meet more people. Maybe I'll run into the future ex-Mrs. Meltzer. Then we have to rush to New Orleans in time to watch a baseball game. Some team I like is playing tomorrow night. Prediction: Cards in four.
Go ahead, Boston. Prove me wrong.
Expect slow posting until Sunday.
posted by Matthew at 9:18 PM
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