I moved from Huntsville, Alabama almost 31 years ago. I returned Thursday*.
Why was I in Huntsville? Well, the long story is that it’s because I was attending a weekend festival in Scottsboro, and I discovered that the band Bully’s show on Wednesday night at The EARL was sold out, but they were playing a free show in Huntsville on Thursday, so why not spend two days in Huntsville and make the short drive to Scottsboro on Saturday? As the Chattahooligans say, “Embrace the Chaos!” Of course a free show isn’t exactly free when you are paying for gas, lodging, beer, and food. And it would have been cheaper, and better, if not for the stupid rocks on I-20. I saw my first solo apartment, the massive changes which have occurred during the past three decades, ate at my two favorite restaurants (amazingly both still in business), drank at breweries which didn’t exist in the early 1990s, and did an eight-mile hike around Monte Sano.
Thanks to ITP-Reader John, I learned about the unfortunate passing of Ken Rosskopf, ironically due to complications from getting hit by a car at the end of his bike ride. It’s ironic because Rosskopf was known as a lawyer who represented cyclists after wrecks, including yours truly back in 2011.
Wordle: five, my starter was ANISE. I’ve become a very mediocre Wordle player.
* to be accurate, I have been back to Huntsville once before since I moved to Atlanta, to work a career fair.