As I rode the rails on
Amtrak's Crescent heading south to Birmingham, Alabama, these ominous tunes kept running through my head:
But I was pleasantly surprised by the friendliness of the people I met...
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Kevin, rescuer |
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Tom, peach schnapps bootlegger |
...the hot blues oozing everywhere,
from headliners in clubs and breweries...
to local bands in juke joints & galleries
The kind folks at the
Alabama Theatre gave me a backstage tour of this restored 1927 gem
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The Sorceress |
and there was a lot to love at the
art museum:
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Diane Arbus |
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a Bouguereau! |
So, I was whistling a different tune on the way back north. Not quite Dixie, but...
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