Driving around the top half of my home state, I can definitely see how the governor’s race is tight on the basis of the signs on the side of the road. But I most like the signs offered above.
The drive following the brief trip to the Smathers Libraries archive is helping me intuit more about Alabama born and Florida bred novelist and anthropologist Zora Neale Hurston for my racial and spatial politics on the peninsula study. She knew Florida’s roads very well.
I also had a moment to see an interviewee in my IRB-approved ethnographic study, which figures into the larger research project. She prepared a lovely meal. I am grateful to have seen her and be reminded of the elders whose stories I will try to honor.
The feel of the wind and the salt in the air behind her home reminded me that I was indeed “back home.” No matter where I am, Florida is home.
This cranky fella here reminded me of the same. Except I didn’t have to go all the way to South Florida – my old stomping grounds – to be reminded of the roosters running things way down there.
I’m, above all, grateful to just be alive. It’s a privilege to recharge before I head back in for the final lap of the Fall 2018 semester. A tour at Bryce Hospital for my Am Civ Since 1865 has finally been placed on the calendar. The students will have a chance to think long and hard about the government’s growing role in our lives even before the Civil War. The Antebellum America students are welcomed to join us. Until then, Roll Tide! LSWho?