Or at least central Alabama. My son and I went with his school class to the Blue Bell plant in Sylacauga, AL. It was a very long way by bus. What I discovered today is that a group of 2nd-graders pumped up by a day out of school (and raw sugar) simply never stop talking. And yelling.
At one point on the way home, I dozed off. That condition was remedied by a girl sitting across the aisle from me, who shouted as if to raise the dead.
Which is what I felt like. My life lately has been a conspiracy to get me out of town. I went to Alexander City Tuesday night, Nashville and back on Wednesday, this trip today, and I may go to Auburn Friday and again Saturday… ugh.