Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Sweet Home Alabama?


Well, we're here in Montgomery, Alabama and there is nothing "sweet" about this place. The area around base is really a rough area and we basically don't leave base unless we have to. And then we drive several miles to get out of this area. Just recently they had a marine shot at a Taco Bell and another Air Force guy shot while going to get diapers for his kid at the store. At church on Sunday we were informed that just this past week all 9 air conditioning units had been stolen off the building. Yikes! Oh, and they still fly the confederate flag. Interesting.
However, it's not all bad. Maxwell is a very nice base and we feel perfectly safe while on base. We are staying in a tiny studio apartment. There is a great playground right outside that Gabe has had fun playing on. There are a couple of other kids his age here too so it's been nice for him to have some kids to play with outside. He fell yesterday while he was playing and since it was 80 degrees outside he was wearing shorts, so we officially have our "first skinned knee" bandaid and all! It was very tragic and devestating to Gabe. He wouldn't stop crying, that is until he saw all the fun things to play with inside of the First Aid kit, so he played happily while I doctored up the knee.
On our way to Montgomery we stopped and stayed one night in Nashville. We had a great time walking around the city. We were travelling with another Lieutenant from Wright-Patt and he really wanted to go see the "night life" of Nashville so we tagged along. I felt like the lady in the movie "Sweet Home Alabama" where Reese Whitherspoon walks into the bar and sees an old high school friend and says, "you have a baby, ...in a bar..." Yeah, I felt a tad bit out of place pushing my baby around all the bars and clubs on Broadway Street in Nashville, but we really had a fun time!

2 comments:

Ashley said...

Wow! Sounds interesting and scary. Good Luck! We'll pray for you! How long will you be there?

Cheryl said...

Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton. Good times there are all forgotten...run away, run away, run away, Dixie Land! I'm quite sure those are the words! XOXO