Friends asked me why on earth I’d want to visit Alabama — deep in the heart of Trump country — but that’s part of the reason we went last fall. I’d never been and wanted to see what a deep-Trump country place is like. We were only there briefly and primarily in one of the ‘bama’s bluest bits (Birmingham). But we took off-highway roads back to Mississippi (yes, we visited that red state too) , passing through Tuscaloosa and other rural, more red parts of the state. On one two-lane road, we counted at least a half dozen tiny evangelical churches in a row, akin to having all the houses on my block here in Iowa be churches. That told us a thing or two.
Last night, though, Alabama came through, offering a much-longed for sign that this country has not completely lost its mind and moral bearings. Or so I’d like to think. And I’m glad to know that I can feel even better about visiting Alabama next time!