After lunch Billy drove us out to the serious boondocks (that is when even the dirt roads have petered out and you are driving on old logging roads and there are no more power lines in sight) so that he could eyeball some hunting lands recently acquired by an assortment of other May cousins who want to lease out hunting rights on the land. In our zigzag journey several times we crossed the path of the Hale County Tornado of April 2011 (same day as but not to be confused with the one that devastated much of Tuscaloosa and the rest of the state. Ours did manage to kill 6 people in the county, and had it not been for the greater loss of life elsewhere Hale County would have been in the national news). It is still startling to see that wide path of destruction that started, I believe, down near the Black Warrior River several miles southwest of Sawyerville, passed through Sawyerville a third of a mile west of where I live, and moved northeasterly through the entire county.
Before ending up back at the May Farm our final major stop was at the old country cemetery (no, not Hollow Square. Another one) where Betty's and my great-grandfather and -mother, one more great for Billy and Melinda, are buried. It was Melinda's first visit there.
Family and food. Anybody who knows me will not be unduly surprised at these topics for my first blog post. Of course, it could just have easily been books or movies, and I'm sure they will start appearing before long.