“When is Mom getting home from Walmart?” I asked my sister who would not stop playing with our dog.
Alabama must be the strangest state in the union. I have come to realize this after my bizarre week of endless occurrences. I moved here a few months ago, as a job opened for a teaching gig at a medium-sized public institution in Mobile. I live across the bridge in a small town called Daphne. It is without a doubt a dream city, it has light traffic during the five o’clock hour, a beautiful view of the setting sun over Mobile Bay, and extremely low crime from the vast police force patrolling the small grounds of the town. The school I work at, The University of South Alabama, is a beautiful campus that pays a decent rate for a political science professor. I could hardly ask for anything better in my getaway from Florida, the state I dreaded so greatly.