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9.15.2004
...with a banjo on my knee.
I flew into Montgomery, Alabama, Monday night. I didn't realize until I was looking at the map that the Hank Williams' museum was there. A few years ago I read the Colin Escott biography, but had forgotten where Hank was from. The next day I finished the job in the late afternoon and swung by the museum. It was still open as the ladies were preparing for Hank's birthday weekend celebration. I had just enough time to take a tour, and was glad I could see the immaculant '52 Cadillac that he died in on New Years Eve of '52. From the museum I drove a couple blocks to the life-sized bronze statue, then over to the Oakwood cemetery where Hank and his former wife Audrey are buried. After taking some pictures I drove back to my hotel.
That night I noticed people scurring around gathering up supplies and even overheard refuges from Florida and the coast staying in my hotel trying to escape North. The following morning the highway was closed an exit before the airport and I worried they had closed the airport. Hurrican Ivan was supposed to strike the following day and I knew I had to get the hell out. I was relieved to find flights were still going out, yet there were delays as a runway had been closed to prepare an emergency landing for another plane. It seemed I would get stuck there, but alas I escaped to Ohio.
That night I noticed people scurring around gathering up supplies and even overheard refuges from Florida and the coast staying in my hotel trying to escape North. The following morning the highway was closed an exit before the airport and I worried they had closed the airport. Hurrican Ivan was supposed to strike the following day and I knew I had to get the hell out. I was relieved to find flights were still going out, yet there were delays as a runway had been closed to prepare an emergency landing for another plane. It seemed I would get stuck there, but alas I escaped to Ohio.
