Following are observations, random thoughts, and opinions collected during our 12-day trek to visit son Eric and family in Asheville, NC and attend the wedding of Linda’s niece in Mississippi, a trip that took us through rural parts of Florida, Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Tennessee, Mississippi and Alabama while dodging the storm:
- Most people are nice. And they are kind. No matter where we went we met people that were incredibly pleasant. Not once in a restaurant, shop, bar, hotel lobby, social gathering or on a street did we run into anyone who didn’t have a kind word or an interesting comment to share.
- Avoid the Interstates if possible. The state roads and county roads are fascinating, scenic and faster, especially during a storm. Stick with the state or county roads as not only will the time fly by but you’ll meet some interesting folks and observe some intriguing scenery. Try to guess what the farmers are growing in the fields you drive past and what others who live nearby do for a living.
- We saw quadruplets during breakfast at one hotel where we stayed. I asked the parents of these four adorable and totally identical little kids, about four years old, how they could tell them apart, but neither mom or dad spoke English. My guess is indelible color markers.
- Despite the storm, evacuee traffic was light on the back roads. On the way home we took route 84 from Waynesboro, Mississippi to Valdosta, Georgia where we picked up Route 94 to Callahan and then home to Amelia Island. On Tuesday, September 12, on Route 94 we drove close to 35 miles and didn’t spot another car in either direction, saw one house tucked into the piney woods with a couple of cars parked in front, and two guys fishing off a bridge. That was the only sign of life other than flocks of birds. Car trouble along this desolate stretch of road would be challenging.
- On the more trafficked routes we spotted convoys of power and tree cutting trucks from a variety of northern states and even Canada, all apparently headed south to lend a hand in Florida’s storm cleanup.
- The scenery along these county and state roads is Norman Rockwell America. Driving past acres of cotton, corn, grazing cattle, etc. we spotted tidy farm houses flanked by barns, dry barns and sheds and wondered where the kids go to school and if the folks living there ever attend a movie or live theater or even care to do so.
- Avoid chain joints like McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Popeye’s, etc. Look for a small town locally owned “meat-and-three” or southern buffet for lunch where you’ll be treated to a variety of selections including fried chicken, meat loaf, smothered steaks, collard greens, black-eyed peas, butter beans, okra and stewed tomatoes, mac and cheese, corn bread, biscuits, yams, banana pudding and more. And all for $12-15 or less, which includes a large glass of sweet tea and some down-home conversation. You’ll be treated like kin at a family gathering.
- Facebook is a waste of time. When we stopped and could actually get an Internet connection I discovered just how dense some of the folks on Facebook are. We viewed false rumors of Hurricane Jose headed toward Amelia Island, people posting photos of their cats, dim drunks bragging how they were going to have a hurricane party and holding up bottles of wine, etc. Before being allowed to purchase a “smart” phone buyers should be made to prove they are smart enough to own one. Most are not. I did not find one helpful item on Facebook the entire trip, just a crew of self-centered twits talking about their pets, how much they hate their jobs or bosses, political screeds both left and right, pictures of their lunch and how Bubba or Daisy Mae broke his or her heart, and how hard the wind outside was blowing. Good grief!
- Listen to the local AM radio stations. Turn off your iPhones and iPads, etc. and tune your car radio into the local radio stations in the communities you’re driving through. You’ll hear everything from egg prices and local weather reports to evangelical fire and brimstone preachers and area news, all far more interesting than looking at a picture of your friend’s cat or what he or she will eat for lunch.
- If you’re a VFW or American Legion member find a post near or in the town where you’re staying. I stumbled onto VFW Post 5395 in Pontotoc, Mississippi where I was greeted like a long-lost friend despite the fact I’ve never been in that area of the country before in my life. There I met Joe, an old-timer, who is one of a vanishing breed of men, an Army veteran of three wars — World War II, Korea, and Vietnam. The 88-year-old Joe told me about growing up on a cotton and corn farm in this northeastern area of rural Mississippi, where he and his three brothers got up at 4:30 every morning but Sunday to help their “daddy plant crops and till the soil with hand-held plows pulled by mules.” Joe said his “daddy” would open the door of their bedroom at 4:30 saying: “Time to go boys and he never had to come back a second time.” Joe told me that on Sundays his “Daddy” would put on a clean white shirt and his newest pair of coveralls and they’d all head for church. When I left the Post I was told my drinks and chips were taken care of and to come back again if I was ever in the area. I will.
- I had a similar experience in New Albany, Mississippi, just up the road about 25 miles from Pontotoc and the birthplace of William Faulkner. There I met Jeff, a late-40s widower, who partnered with his girl friend in their new restaurant venture, “Tallahatchie Gourmet.” He not only bought me a beer, but handed me a jar of “Nell’s Chow Chow ” saying: “Take this back to Florida and enjoy it as Nell makes the best spicy chow chow in the county.” Oh, we also drove across the Tallahatchie Bridge several times and never once spotted Billy Joe Macalister.
- Forget the stereotype of the potbellied southern cop drawling “Where ya’ll headed boy?” after he pulls you over. Following a Mississippi wedding event, we were stopped at a police road check between Pontotoc and New Albany where I was asked to produce my driver’s license. When a very firm but polite police officer saw it was issued in Florida, he waved us off saying: “Go right ahead sir and I hope everything is OK for you when you return home.”
- In Dothan, Alabama at a bar next to our hotel, I sat next to a mid-fifties guy who evacuated from Naples, Florida and was headed back. He said he just got off a conference call with his home owners association president and the head of security for his complex and that his home and neighborhood held up well. During our conversation he mentioned that he retired from farming in northern Minnesota several years ago and is happy to be shed of the Minnesota winters. I suggested that farming in that state appears to be profitable and he went on to add that his is a fourth generation farming venture that is still being run by his brother who currently handles 2,500 head of dairy cattle and that they have a contract with Land O’Lakes. Never judge a man by his coveralls.
- People on Amelia Island make good neighbors and good friends. Our across the street neighbor, Joanne Kremler, righted our toppled pots out front while pal, Pajamadave Voorhees, sent photos of our house to us to assuage our worst fears. Monty Kitchen and wife, Capprice, also stopped by and sorted out toppled items on the back porch and let us know that there was no apparent damage to the house. I owe a lot of folks lots of beer.
Predicting Predictions: In an pre-Irma email to me and several others, former Tampa Plant High School classmate, Tampa resident, and American Spectator writer Larry Thornberry mused about the tough job weather men and women have saying: “We shouldn’t be too hard on these folks. Their task is incredibly difficult, perhaps impossible. The projections all week have come with all manner of caveats (caveats are always in season when it comes to foul weather) and with warnings that things might, and likely will, change. What I’ve heard all week, in less direct language, is, “Our projection today, with a very high level of certainty, is that there will be a new projection tomorrow.”
“For this reason,” says Larry, “the Honest Florida Weather Forecaster Award goes to Homer Suggs, who said on the air, ‘Hurricane Irma is one nasty and destructive babe, and we don’t know where she’s going.’ This earned Homer the censure of his colleagues (the anchor when Homer said this looked like she had just swallowed a handful of carpet tacks). But it has earned him our respect and appreciation, along with this award.”
The Nuts & Bolts Of A Birthday Party: While visiting son Eric, his wife, Leslie, and grandson, Luke, last week in Asheville, NC, we watched in bewilderment as six-year-old Luke unwrapped one of the most unusual birthday gifts we’ve ever seen a kid receive – two one-inch screws, two one-inch nuts, two one-inch washers, and one one-inch zinc coated coupling bolt.
This wasn’t a joke gift, but exactly what Luke had requested. To say he was thrilled as he unwrapped the prized hardware would be an understatement. He gleefully added it to his growing stash of such stuff. In fact since Lowe’s and Home Depot didn’t have this kind of heavy duty equipment son, Eric, had to purchase it from a wholesaler who deals directly with construction firms. When Eric responded to the store employee’s question of why he needed these particular items, the startled clerk provided a healthy discount in admiration of the little lad’s interest in such things.
Luke’s frequent trips to Lowe’s and Home Depot with dad prompted the little guy to corner store employees and question them about the various hardware available, asking what they were, and how they worked. Store employees patiently explained the screws, nuts, bolts and their purposes to Luke, sparking an almost fanatical and ongoing curiosity.
Show and Tell at Luke’s new school should be interesting.
Our gifts of new school clothes were greeted with muted enthusiasm but the wooden baseball bat, baseball glove, and a bucket of baseballs were unwrapped with gusto and quickly put to use.
This kid is going to be well rounded.
A Deep & Deadly Development: Dene Stovall, a reader from Austin, Texas, tells me that she thinks the remains of legendary Crane Island recluse, Sarah Alice Broadbent, may be at the bottom of a well on property currently being developed for housing.
Ms. Broadbent, who was born in the 1880s and lived reclusively on Crane Island following the death of her English-born father in 1921, came to downtown Fernandina Beach only for supplies she couldn’t obtain otherwise, carried a shotgun wherever she went, and chased many an interloper off her property with it.
It is reported that she died when her house caught fire on November 1952 but no identifiable remains were ever found.
Dene thinks the 72-year-old Ms. Broadbent climbed down a ladder in her well to obtain water to extinguish the fire, fell and drowned.
According to Dene, the developer said he was going to leave the well as is while Dene thinks a headstone would be appropriate.
I agree a marker of some sort would be appropriate and would add a degree of mystery and historic intrigue to the new development, helping explain the island’s past.
The Good Times Are Here: In his book “Homo Deus, A Brief History of Tomorrow”, Israeli author Yuval Noah Harari, says things couldn’t be better in this world. He begins by telling readers that famine and plague, two historical scourges, are fast disappearing, and a third, war, is no longer routine statecraft. He says for the first time in history more people die of eating too much rather than eating too little. He says more folks succumb to ailments of old age than to infectious disease. And victims of all kinds of violence, are as a percentages of population, at historic lows in most places. However, he says we need to worry about the future as he thinks most of humanity will be made redundant by artificial intelligence and robots and the world will be ruled by a rich elite – Homo dues. He says the book is food for thought about what might be and his “mad scientist” prediction could blow up in the lab.
Speaking Of Things Blowing Up: The sad sack NFL Jacksonville Jaguars (OK, so they won a game. So what?) set records before the season even started. The Thursday night, August 17 exhibition game against the Tampa Bay Bucs earned ESPN a dismal 1.6 rating, the lowest preseason number in 12 years says Sports Media Watch. It was also reported that the game was the least watched preseason contest in more than a decade.
Things I Didn’t Know: Every year more than 100,000 people world-wide are killed by snake bites and about 400,000 undergo limb amputations or are otherwise disabled according to the World Health Organization. The Wall Street Journal says the numbers may be much higher because many poisonous snakebites go unreported.