Bessemer

I would simply like to take a moment to express my feelings toward the city of Bessemer, Alabama. It's repulsive. Truly. I would go so far as to say I will no longer drive past the Galleria in an attempt to forget that it exists. Possibly not even to Patton Creek.

While it is full of happy memories and it WAS sad to leave, the drug dealers, prostitutes and thieves will keep me at bay.

Why do people choose to allow their homes to go to heck? Tall grass, weeds, etc... and it's not because they are busy at work. No, no sir. It's because they are busy sitting there on their front porches causing a ruckus. A 2 p.m. ruckus that requires a police visit. TWO, to be exact.

And to top it off, the charming drug addict across the alley from my grandmother's house decided to break in the little shed used to house old Christmas decorations, a bike, my grandfather's beloved tennis rackets, and the little table I so desperately needed to fit between my new white chairs and steal it ALL!

I do admire my fearless mother who simply walked across the street and demanded these items be returned. And returned they were. My mother can be...well, extremely intimidating/terrifying =)

Bessemer took up the majority of your UB's time this weekend, so I don't have much else to say.

I do have to give Aardy some credit for reminding me that Bessemer DOES have a super highway AND a Bob Sykes. Haha! Aardy is a card...

Later,
-UB


P.S. My silly home computer has a virus. BUMMER.