Meetings took me to Alabama's edge today. I could have thrown a rock to Mississippi, or so it seemed. Long stretches of Road with open fields of sage with scattered pine.
I passed an ancient tractor that looked as if it had not been cranked since Clinton was in the White House. At one community, a 1960 Mercury Comet, with it's rear wings and slanty taillights sat alone by the side of the road with a hand-scrawled "For Sell" sign on the windshield.
On the way in, I passed a small brick church sitting in a cotton field and I made a mental note to stop on the way home and snap a picture.
My meeting was a productive one. The two folks I met with are facing problems similar to the ones I face in my work helping older folks find jobs. We live in a rural area and it's hard to get the numbers that city colleges get. Our only option, is to do the best by the people who do show up.
I grabbed lunch and headed home just after noon.
A few miles outside of town, I slowed on the approach to the church I'd seen earlier. The sky was dreary with low-hanging clouds and most of the cotton was picked in the fall, but I shot the picture anyhow. I love country churches.
I passed an ancient tractor that looked as if it had not been cranked since Clinton was in the White House. At one community, a 1960 Mercury Comet, with it's rear wings and slanty taillights sat alone by the side of the road with a hand-scrawled "For Sell" sign on the windshield.
On the way in, I passed a small brick church sitting in a cotton field and I made a mental note to stop on the way home and snap a picture.
My meeting was a productive one. The two folks I met with are facing problems similar to the ones I face in my work helping older folks find jobs. We live in a rural area and it's hard to get the numbers that city colleges get. Our only option, is to do the best by the people who do show up.
I grabbed lunch and headed home just after noon.
A few miles outside of town, I slowed on the approach to the church I'd seen earlier. The sky was dreary with low-hanging clouds and most of the cotton was picked in the fall, but I shot the picture anyhow. I love country churches.
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