All over America there are vestiges of factories that were the lifeblood of communities of all sizes. One of the most striking to me was the factory in Tallassee, Alabama. I believe it was textiles of some sort. The buildings take up the better part of the town situated by the river.   It is so easy to feel and hear the thrum that must have happened not only daily but around the clock when this factory was producing at its highest rate. Since it had been around since the early 1900s, generations must have worked there. More than likely whatever the product was, some bureaucrat somewhere decided the bottom line would be enhanced if these jobs were shipped overseas someplace. The devastation this little town must have felt as the breath was sucked out of the buildings is unimagineable a... 06/12/2013

  Apparently she has a routine and part of that routine includes me. I've just learned that when she's at home my mother gets up, checks the weather to see what she needs to wear for her bike ride. Temps under 60 degrees means a long underwear shirt and a sweat shirt in Port Charlotte. She rides her 3 wheel bike for 10-11 miles every morning and then returns home to get on the computer. She checks email, her banking stuff and reads my blog. So, as you know I've been on this road trip with my mother since last Thursday to go to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival in Montgomery, AL. She wonders why I haven't posted anything new to my blog since then.   Well, I have a routine too. It doesn't work so well on the road. Strange bed, strange food, time scheduled knocked to pieces. Not to worry th... 05/13/2013