Local flavour
Has anyone else noticed how much worse I've become at editing my images down to a tight little narrative? This has to stop. So one last purge and then done. 
Always good to start with a pork theme, when you have to live with Julian. Look at him in that cute little football jersey. Now let's EAT HIM! This place does plates of 'chipped' pork in weird tangy sauce, either between a bun, or piled on a polystyrene plate with some tater salad, beans and two slices of sweet white bread. 
I could go into detail about how they make an eagle fly around at each football game until people weep patriot tears, but I'll save that story for another time. War Eagle is a greeting around these parts - if someone says "war eagle" to you, you're supposed to respond with clenched fist shaking in front of you, "WAR DAMN EAGLE!" And that's just being polite.
There are these big ol' water towers everywhere (at least I think they're water towers). This one is around the corner, next to a beautiful old cemetery.
Main street in town - nothing much of particular interest here. All the bars look the same, inside and out. 
Toomer's Corner - where a feast of toilet paper takes place every Saturday. Wait for full details, when accompanying photographic evidence can be provided. 
Auburn University campus - all designed in the same style as this, the first building on campus. Auburn University was first a Methodist men's college, then an army boot camp for the Civil War, then a hospital for the Civil War injured and dying, then briefly a college again, army camp again, uni again. 
Alabamians celebrate their proud history of hanging. Halloween decorations, of course. 
Mmmm, you mean I can have Chinese AND Thai AND Japanese all together, right now? More cool road signs will be featured here soon. 
Part of the local real estate agent's office - no shit. Target market? 
They turn the traffic lights off in town when there's a football game on. And that causes less chaos, apparently. The more enterprising Southerners also rent a parking space on their front lawn to gamegoers, for $30 a pop. Most American front yards can fit 10-20 cars, so we know Capitalism is still alive and well.
Downtown Montgomery (the capital of Bammy) is definitely expired. It's like it's made of those cardboard facades you see in Westerns, but instead of swinging bars there are blindingly white monolithic structures propped up by tree-hugging Doric columns. But I like the 60's leftovers, like these parking meters.
Most cities in America are dead. First rich people move to the suburbs to escape to big back yards. Then businesses move to be closer to their employees, leaving the poor and disenfranchised to man the streets. Then they, too move out - for wont of work, public services and shops. 
Made you laugh (Gut).
