Sometimes it strikes me that Huntsville is a little unlike any other southern city. Today, on our return trip from visiting my family for Mother’s Day, Megan and I saw a car for sale. Its amazingly low miles and reasonable asking price made this ’96 model tantalizingly within reach. The moment demanded action: I dialed the telephone number, recognizable as a powertel prefix, as we drove away.
The woman that answered was pleasant, even eager to describe the car. We agreed to meet later in the afternoon so Megan and I could check it out from behind the wheel. As we closed the conversation, I realized I hadn’t introduced myself…