In June, 2016, I traveled down to Alabama to help take care of my mom while she recovered from a knee replacement. Normally, I would have driven to Alabama, but my doctor discouraged that, given that I had surgery scheduled a little more than a month from when the trip started. So, I flew to and from Alabama, making this a non-road trip, even if I did some driving while in Alabama. I still took photos of things during my travels, because that’s just what I do.
When this trip took place, we didn’t have Chick-fil-A restaurants popping up all over Michigan, so this sign was a welcome sight, because I knew waffle fries were in my immediate future.
This is the post office I visited when I was growing up.
This is Phoebe. She allows my sister and brother-in-law to live with her.
She also felt the need to carefully inspect my camera.
The folks who named this place were doing it right.
It was nice to explore a bit of history while awaiting my flight home.
This is Fisherman by Frank Fleming.
My mom sent me home with toys for the cats. Here, Wembley shows his approval.