The weekly post where I unload extra pictures and call it a day. Sometimes it is pretty, sometimes it is informative. Always it is easy.
Shorty Price was something of an anti-hero, or even a political folk hero, or a nuisance, or someone you rolled your eyes at, for about 30 years in Alabama. He was a roommate and eventual tormentor of George Wallace. He ran against him constantly. He wrote a book. He was a ludicrous football fan. He got tossed in jail from time to time.
Perhaps he was the person to whom the stereotype was attached.
Anyway, this was probably the highlight of his life, meeting Paul Bryant. This became a promotional photograph, as the two “authors” met. This wound up in the Auburn archives, where I found it last weekend. Based on the scribble on the back of the print I’m assuming that a student-journalist at The Plainsman called him for an interview. He asked for a few copies and, in return, sent this photograph. Price died in 1980 in a car accident. The world is less … colorful … without him:
ESPN is terrible at geography:
This guy’s job is to talk into his walkie talkie and spin that sign around. If you are driving too fast he will pump his hand up and down, palm down, to tell you to slow down. I know people that would kill for this kind of job:
I’ve had these matches for a long, long time, at least a decade. About every third one will still strike.
It is Catember …
