Today was a perfect example of what I love about the South. The weather was a little nasty today. Nasty in a way that you should grab the nearest textbook and place it over your head while you sit in the hallway. Much like a school desk protects against the atomic bomb, your Alabama History book protects against flying debris. Anyway, the weather people were all excited today. They announced several times in several cities that the bad weather was headed directly for The Wal-Mart. You have to call it THE Wal-Mart, or you are obviously not from around here. And the fact that our meterologists know that everyone knows where that is and that most of our relatives are probably in The Wal-Mart at that time, let's me know that they are on top of it. So there you go, referencing The Wal-Mart is not just for directions to the pancake breakfast at the First Baptist anymore.