Anniston, AlabamaElections in Kenya are next week, with murderous rampages expected to follow, if the past is any predictor of the future. Meanwhile, here we are in Anniston to meet with our fellow travelers to Kenya in May, should luck be with us and the political situation stabilize enough for us to feel safe on safari by then.
It is Friday night, and there are only 18 people dining at The Victoria Inn, which offers one of the finest dining experiences to be had anywhere in Alabama. Tonight is no exception--beginning with our fois gras and buttered pear appetizer, which we remember
We got to know Jimmy the bartender pretty well during our last visit, too, since we were the only people patronizing the bar that night. This time, I was the only one at the bar again, and he gave me the most generous pour ever, almost overflowing my glass, figuring the bottle didn’t have enough left for two glasses, then he told me to drink it down a bit and he would top me off, since there was still some left. While I was making room in the glass for more wine, he told me how he ended up in Anniston: “After three divorces, if I moved again it would have to be someplace where I was sure there was a woman there who loved me. My mama lives here.”
To Alan's and Jimmy's mamas we extend our very sincere thanks.