The entire family decided it was time for the proper southern baby girl to make her first trip to Trade Day in Collinsville, AL. So after a hearty wonderful gas station breakfast (no sarcasm here; don't pass up gas station food in Alabama because you may miss out. I want Southern Living to feature gas station breakfast in the next issue.)
Yes, we gathered more people for this than the Iron Bowl. Why is it so important? When you grow up in a small town with very little to do, the Saturday morning trip to Trade Day was a highlight. There is something there for everyone. Lose your dog, they got one...might be the same one. Want wedding bands, corn dogs, ammo? They have it. Actually that might be a common wedding theme. Boy, I wish we had corn dogs at our wedding.
Anyway, the baby girl loved the fresh roasted peanuts. That smell is wondrous. She and my nephew wanted to adopt all of the forgotten Beanie Babies up for sale. Together, they could already fill a stuffed animal museum, which may be there plan. The nephew is quite the entrepreneur.
If you want to see a cross section of Alabama folks, just head to Trade Day. Style is optional, and pajamas are encouraged. I rejoice in the diversity that is Trade Day. It is a great place to be reminded that not everyone is just like you. You need that now and again. Well, after about an hour, baby girl and the nephew were ready to head to the house. Too much strangeness for her and not enough Pokemon for him. I left as I do each time, wishing I owned one of those money-making parking lots and regretting not getting a corn dog.