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Sunday, May 2, 2010

Things learned while traveling

Fort Payne, Alabama, is the sock capital of the world.

There's more than one way to spell Cajun.

I always thought chinken was that stuff that got jammed between the logs on pioneers' cabins in an attempt to keep out cold drafts, but apparently it's not actually spanish moss and mud after all if it's edible enough to serve with slaw and fries.