Sunday, December 2, 2007
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9:05 am. As I write this here in the Wal-Mart parking lot I just looked up and noticed smoke coming from the chimney of a restaurant next door - they must be stoking up the fires for a barbeque. Yep, Uncle Sam's Barbecue "try our slab & two sides - $18.95."
11:08 am. Time to hit the road. Church is out - my boradband connection just slowed to a crawl. Everyone must be on their cell phones catching up on all they missed while at services and making plans to get some of that barbecue. I'm off to the Barber Motorsports Museum.
Later. The Barber was well worth the visit. I spent the afternoon and skimmed a lot of it. Fifteen hundred is a lot of motorcycles to take in!
Night camp: Wal-Mart in Leeds AL
The Trespasser's Eyeshine
She put the butt end of the flashlight against her forehead, just above the space between her eyebrows. It was something she'd learned long ago about seeing at night. A light shined from there would reveal nothing of herself to a trespasser, and from that spot on her forehead a beam would go straight to the retinas and return to her own eyes the characteristic color of the trespasser's eyeshine. If it had eyes, of course, and if they were looking at her directly.
Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver