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Listening: B-52s sing Roam If You Want To

happy, happy

In: 1,000 words, and we're off

Excited

In: 1,000 words, Beach Week 2009, and we're off

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Today, I walked

In: 1,000 words, and we're off, right now

I took the Metro from Dupont Circle to Arlington. I had it all mapped out on index cards. Around Arlington National Cemetery to see RFK and JFK‘s grave sites, Arlington House and the Tomb of the Unknowns. From there, the Lincoln Memorial seemed a short walk. And, of course, I’d want to see the Vietnam [...]

…a Ford pulled into the Motel 6 parking lot towing a horse trailer. With a horse in it.

We’re in Norman, OK

In: 2007 Summer Tour, and we're off

When you’ve got to go Originally uploaded by gorickjones. We spent a miserable night in Barstow, CA and followed that up with a miserable night in Flagstaff, AZ. Just two things there: don’t stay in the Barstow Motel 6 if you can at all avoid it. And never under estimate the number of times a [...]

Touring the campus was only one of the reasons we went to Tuscaloosa. The real reason was the ribs. The original Dreamland is an area known as Jeursuleum Heights. Frankly, the road up would have scared me a bit had I not been with natives. We tucked into three slabs of ribs, a loaf and [...]

Yellow ribbons

In: and we're off, oh the places, right now

When we first got here — and then Tuesday at the University of Alabama — I kept thinking that they must have lost someone in Iraq. And I remembered Natalie Holloway. SouthernGirl’s mother lives in Mountain Brook — and SouthernGirl went to Mountain Brook High — which is the same community Natalie Holloway lived in [...]

They are all over. Stone tablets, signs on lawns, signs on houses. The University of Alabama was covered with them. Most of those had to do with football or the Civic War. Tuscaloosa was raided on April 3, 1865 and the University of Alabama campus was burned the next day. There are no shortage of [...]

Why?

"He stopped commenting on this oddness of hers. She said the news clippings she sent to friends were a perfectly reasonable way to correspond. There were a thousand things to clip and they all said something about the way she felt. He watched her read and cut. She wore half-glasses and worked the scissors grimly. She believed these were personal forms of expression. She believed no message she could send a friend was more intimate and telling than a story in the paper about a violent act, a crazed man, a bombed Negro home, a Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire. Because these are the things that tell us how we live." -Don Dellilo, Libra

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