Mortimer Jordan

Speaking of Huck Finn lighting out for the territories, I spent a horrifying time in Morris, Alabama, last night, attending a high school football game. We have territories locally. Have you ever been to Mortimer Jordan High School in the dead of night? Well, you haven't missed anything. It's dark and I kept listening for dueling banjos and watching for people with green teeth and dirty overalls and only one ear. Strange sounds coming from the woods. Not more than one or two street lights anywhere. I could have been captured, sold into slavery, and never heard from again. If it weren't for a kind Kimberley po-lice man, I might never have escaped before the light of day if then. I still got the shakes.