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Just the Bridge Then? – What Pegman Saw

Given the… uh… excitement… going on in Alabama, it was hard to not do so, but I was damned if I was going to go there.  Had to lighten the mood somewhat.

This week Pegman is in Selma, Alabama in the US. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to write up to 150 words inspired by the location. You’re free to use the photo supplied with the prompt, or take your own tour of Selma via Google Maps. There are both streetview and photospheres at this location.

Once your piece is polished, share it with others at the link up below. Reading and commenting on others’ stories is part of the fun.

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Just the Bridge, Then?

“Was cool to visit New Orleans, wasn’t it? The music, the food. So good. On the drive home, we’re gonna cut across diagonally, driving through Alabama, then Georgia, before heading north.  What’s to see in Alabama?”

“All sorts of civil rights places – kind of ironic. That bridge in Selma. What’s it called?  Oh yeah, Edmund Pettus.”

“Sunday Bloody Sundaaaay!”

“Ha! Funny guy. You know, some of my favourite chick flicks take place in the muds of Alabama.  Let’s go see some of them! ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ – Title says it all, right?”

“Sweet Home Alabama! Girl, I’m coming home to you!  But, no, most of it was filmed in Georgia:  Fayetteville, Crawfordville, Rome.

“Damn. Wait! ‘Fried Green Tomatoes’ is in Alabama except when Idgie saves Ruth from Frank, in Valdosta, Georgia!”

“Nope. Juliette, Georgia.”

“Jeez. I know! ‘My Cousin Vinny’!”

“Monticello—”

“Lemme guess.  Georgia.”

“So, just the bridge, then?”

 

86 thoughts on “Just the Bridge Then? – What Pegman Saw

  1. Great story, Dale. Even the U2 song isn’t about that Bloody Sunday, but the 1972 Bogside Massacre in Derry. Alabama gets a bit-part role in Nina Simone’s civil rights anthem “Mississippi Goddamn,” but it’s Neil Young who really takes it apart with “Alabama.” Lynryd Skynyrd responded with their inane rock hit, but that’s the south for you. Always rising again.

    The Pettus bridge should be renamed after Jimmy Lee Jackson anyway.

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  2. This is delicious! And completely uncanny. I ALMOST mentioned these movies in our back-and-forth on Pegman. Great minds, eh? But I had no idea they weren’t really filmed in Alabama.

    Now I’m in the mood for a chick flick. And some fried green tomatoes!

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      • Well, we gots up plenty of soapboxes here, if you ever need one. … AND we can all use some balance, too (which is, quite literally, something I lost yesterday when I fell hard at home … ouch). So, literally and metaphorically, I am glad for your balancing act! 🙂
        XOXO

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          • Yeah. I’m okay. Not sure how it happened other than it had … So I have a thigh extension (or rather, a tennis ball sized thigh bump in the form of a deep muscle bruising) where my body met the hardwood floor — it is even possibly I bounced … given the thump! — and a bit of an eyebrow-extension where my face right above my eyebrow checked the integrity of the floor … BUT, I did miss the tempered glass table by about 2 inches, and no bones are broken, and it is just soft tissue ouchies, and I get to become a walking (limping, but whatever) canvass for the manifestation of deep muscle bruising.
            All told, I’m achy and whiny (duh!) but okay. I am reminded why I never really liked falling very much. 😉

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  3. Selma … a place that will forever hold a place in the American hall of shame. A place forever scarred by the taint of racism. Bloodied by hate.

    But then, that’s not what your story is actually about. 😉 It is interesting how much we misplace things in our memories.

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    • It is. A place of shame. One of many.

      Nope. I tried to.stay away from that.🙂 Our memories are most fascinating I sometimes (often) wonder why do I remember such and such but have zero recollection about others.

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  4. I like what you did with this, Dale. My mother’s family was from a town of 500 people in North Alabama in the Tennessee Valley region. I spent many summers there. I myself lived in a small city in the Mississippi Delta. Selma stirs my stomach and makes my heart ache.

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  5. Q,

    Rather sleepy, but I came upon this post in my reader and had to comment . . . 😉

    Cleverly placed historical footnotes, merged with the current day apoplexy of legislators who’ve not a clue as to what real life looks and feels like for most of us. Brava to the gut punch.

    Shame on the rest of what’s to come. But damn, it’s gonna get worse from here until it gets better.

    B

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    • B,

      As am I. Just put aside my paraphernalia when i got this notification. Since you took the time, so must I.

      Glad my attempts at staying away still managed to give a gut punch. I really didn’t want to delve too deeply.

      Shame is to mild a word and I fear what lies ahead.

      Q

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  6. Dear Dale,

    I love how you worked some of my favorite songs and movies into this piece. I really did want to write for this prompt in Selma. Been there and the sight of the bridge kind of haunted me. So much history…not all of it good…seeing the bridge in person…well…
    At any rate. Well done in your inimitable Dalectable style. 😉

    Shalom and lotsa hugs,

    Rochelle

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    • Dear Rochelle,

      Thank you. I really didn’t want to get political with this one but a smidge had to slip in, as you say, in my own way 😉
      You da best!f

      Shalom and lotsa love,

      Dale

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