Lunch in Tuscaloosa

I drive to Tuscaloosa under a solid white sky with dense fog down the interstate. The fog fills the trees on the side of the highway and hides that lake that comes up soon after 459 merges into 20/59.

Freddy and I lunch at Hooligans, a neat little Greek restaurant on University. The meal is tasty, and we have the pleasure of seeing Dr. Witt, the school president, enter the place as we are leaving.

Freddy starts his new semester next week. On he goes. On we all go. 2009 is here.