Read it phonetically. When I’m really tired, I fall back into the Alabama accent.
Made it to my appointment this morning. Made it to Katie’s appointment on the other side of the world. Then the car wouldn’t crank. In fact, it wouldn’t do anything at all. Not even the automatic door locks were working. No reason at all for it—I didn’t leave the lights on or anything like that.
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Over the last two years, Sam and I have talked about moving elsewhere. Georgia has almost no consumer protections for citizens, has a crappy support structure for humans in just about every way you can imagine, and has law enforcement who don’t care to enforce laws unless you’ve got enough money to get their attention. Essentially, we want to live in a blue state, which means leaving the Bible belt. Cooler weather would be nice, too. Less humid heat, at least, would be a relief.
We haven’t really made plans, not wanting to uproot Katie while she was in school and so on. There’s a lot of inertia, too, since I’ve been here all my life (except for the few years in Alabama before my parents moved us to Atlanta). Sam was born here, and wasn’t thrilled with New York or New Jersey when he lived there. Our families are here, which means something, even if we don’t see them that often.
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From the Carroll County Times of Westminster, Maryland:
According to The Sacramento Bee, a family in El Dorado, Calif., is in trouble after spending a family outing making pipe bombs and then testing them.… According to the Bee, Justin Lee Brown, 29, was arrested on suspicion of several felonies. He, his girlfriend and their two sons, ages 6 and 8, had one of the more interesting family outings ever.… When asked about the activity, Brown said he learned how to make bombs from friends and “decided to try it so he could show it to his kids.” … Brown is in jail and Tiffany Dean, the mom, is being investigated for what deputies call “unimaginably stupid” conduct.
I’m holding my breath, hoping that no association with the pagan community or Spiral Scouts will come to light. That’s what came to mind first, honestly. If it had happened in Alabama instead of California, though, I’d be reasonably safe in assuming some degree of relation to Dean and Brown. I’ve never regretted moving to Georgia—specifically, to metro Atlanta. I’d be quite happy to move elsewhere, but as this story shows, you can find rednecks anywhere.