The weekly “Photos are content too!” post full of interesting or pretty or marginal things that didn’t land elsewhere.

This is Brooks Hall on the Samford University campus, which is an altogether lovely place:

It does not seem like it should be pumpkin or squash season:

They agree:

All of this fruit comes from the Crape Myrtle Cafe in Auburn. Delicious stuff.

The newest strip mall setting close to home. It is anchored by a successful CVS and includes a children’s boutique store, a “Haircut for men who need stuffed animal heads and pool tables” barber and a calorie dispensary, I mean cupcake store. In between them all is this place, which can’t land a tenant, and so has grass growing on the inside.

Allie! Coming up in Catember …

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 …