When we were driving home on Sunday from our camping trip in northwest Georgia, we stopped at the dam that creates Lake George. To get to the dam, we had to cross the Flint River and thus crossed into Alabama. In the quarter mile that we drove to the first road to the right to go to the dam, we passed these signs and a couple of others.
But this one jumped right out at me
and the teacher in me cringed.
Have to wonder if Buddy’s family feels honored.
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Somebody in the prison sign shop needs a dictionary.
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