Last Saturday was grey in Birmingham, Alabama. A day full of soaking rain. Perfect for watching reality show marathons, Lifetime Network double-features, or unknown-conference college basketball games.
I shunned the weather and bad Cable and decided to spend some money at a monstrous Bass Pro Shop on the outskirts of town.
I had to park on the outskirts of the store.
I joined the cattle drive shuffling through the fishing gear department, past the sunglasses corner, and up to the wall of hiking boots on the second floor. Somebody forgot to tell all of us—as we pondered pontoon boat innovations while clutching debit cards in the long checkout lines—that the DOW’s in the dumps.