when I think of Alabama…

When I think of Alabama, I think of Carlene, my mom’s college roommate, and her son Gary, and how we visited them a long, long time ago, and while I want to say it was summer it couldn’t have been because of the clothes we wore. Those memories are preserved forever by fadedpolaroidpictures. Ithought their house was amazing mainly because it was two-story. We took turns riding up and down the street in their neighborhoodin Gary’s go-cart which was a new experience for my sister and me. Big wh...