BBQ Joints and Alligator Farms

Can anyone tell me why there is never an alligator farm that is the biggest in the State? or City? or the South? Why is every damned one of them the "Biggest in the whole wide World? Think about it. While you're at it, why is every BBQ joint posting awards and reviews claiming they have the World's best BBQ? I mean if you have the best BBQ in Mississippi, ain't that pretty darn good? But noooo! it has to be the best in the world. Just something else to drive me closer to the edge.

We tried to end run the weather today by driving North to Atlanta, then I-20 to Birmingham and through Tuscaloosa to our hotel in Columbus, Mississippi. For the most part it worked but added a Little more than an hour to the trip. We encountered light rain leaving Atlanta and then about twenty miles West of Atlanta it turned into a downpour. Fortunately, it only lasted for about an hour and more fortunately that wasn't my segment to drive. Timing folks, gotta have it. I thought all in all her driving was admirable and I am sure my finger nails will grow back.

Anyone remember the song "Am I Fool Number One"? The opening lyrics went something like, am I fool number one or fool number two? Well, in traffic I changed the lyrics to "Are you moron number one? or moron number two?" How many other drivers have been killed by fools like you? I know the number is far from being small, but until now, you are the biggest moron of all. (close quotes with apologies to Brenda Lee) That directly reflects my opinion of an ever growing number of drivers with whom I unwillingly share the road. I don't have time to go into all of the stunts, hair raising tactics and just plain stupid episodes of driving we encountered on this trip. Suffice it to say that I called 911 to report a drunken driver on I-75 before we were twenty five miles from home. When he continued to swerve from the right shoulder to the left median, I thought "why the poor man must be ill." Jeannie said that what I actually said lets call the police before this damned drunk kills us. (expletives deleted)

Anyhow we made it here and checked in without any problems. In the lobby we met a guy from Hattisburg, Mississippi, he is a huge Gator fan. He is here with his wife and three young sons. He told one son, who appeared to be about six years old, to show us what you do when you meet another Gator fan. The boy began doing the Gator chomp. It is sad that as football grows more and more expensive colleges are pricing many families out of the opportunity to see their teams play. It may turn out to be a marketing mistake to disregard cultivating the next generation of fans and boosters.

We ate at a local landmark, "Little Dooey's BBQ" Great food, every bit as good as advertised. Jeannie had catfish and hush puppies, I of course, judging by the name of the place, had pulled pork. The sign said BBQ, right? Everything, even the catfish was great. Hey wait a minute, did I say as good as advertised? I take it back, it was really, really good but not the best in the entire World. But definitely real good.