Hospitality & Hurricanes
Monday, April 3rd – Wednesday
Three born and bred southern boys picked me up outside of Mobile, Alabama.
“Cousin Les and us are headed down to Gulf Shores, to my grandpap’s place,” twanged one from the back seat. “I’m Bud, and thiz’ere’s my brother Bo.” Bud and Bo sat in back while Cousin Les drove. I rode shotgun. Bud leaned forward to come closer, “We’re headed for sun, beers and swimmin’.”