The first step in being able to share with you where I’m going is to share with you where I’m from.
Grand Bay, Ala. Population 3,918, not including livestock and the homeless folks that find refuge at the interstate overpass 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Maybe they’re stopping through to taste our famous watermelon grown in the original watermelon capital of Alabama. (Visit the Watermelon Festival on the 4th of July for crafts, beauty queens and seed-spitting contests! Fun for the whole family, indeed.)
Eight square miles of pure southern hospitality, characterized by open fields — home to cotton, soy beans or peanuts depending on the season — roadside produce stands that still operate on the honor system and the occasional John Deer that acts as a standard means of transportation on the highway.
What Grand Bay was 25 years ago will probably still be what Grand Bay is 25 years from now. Not much changes around here with the exception of the weather. At an elevation of 82 ft. in the path of Hurricane Alley along the coast of the Gulf of Mexico, Grand Bay has seen it’s fair share of 200 mph winds and deadly downpours. While some run from such danger, us Grand Bayans find it, well, charming. Just another day in LA, Lower Alabama that is.
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