Phannie

Phannie
Photo taken at Winchester Bay, Oregon

Monday, April 3, 2017

Working Through Phannie's List, A Day Trip and Small Town Values

At Red Bay Downtown RV Park, Red Bay, Alabama...

One thing is certain, whether you live in a stick-and-brick house or in an RV: Maintenance will always be required. It is perhaps more of a certainty in an RV, as it is a combination of house and vehicle, both of which require frequent attention. Fortunately, my insistence on following carefully a maintenance schedule for Phannie's engine and drive train has resulted in almost no problems in this area in nearly 50,000 miles. 

After Phannie's good bill of mechanical health at Bay Diesel, we have been concentrating on the "house" part of our bus. We've had some body work done to take care of some dents and scratches, and next will be some work on our awning and other minor things. 

There is no better place to get these things done than the little burg of Red Bay, Alabama, where the Tiffin factory is located.  There are perhaps a dozen ex-Tiffin employees who have set up little cottage industries of their own to take advantage of the overflow of Tiffin customers who return to the factory for service. With more than 80,000 Tiffin coaches having been built, there is almost always a wait for owners to get their coaches into one of the more than fifty maintenance bays at the service center. The spillover is a feeding frenzy for the local independent techs, who can usually see customers much more quickly than the factory shop.

Because Red Bay is such a small town, coach owners often help pass the time taking day trips into the surrounding area. Tupelo, Decatur and Muscle Shoals are not far away, and these places have all the amenities that could be expected of larger cities. (Red Bay doesn't even have a Wal-Mart.)

We decided to make a round-robin excursion to Decatur and Scottsboro, Alabama.  Decatur is a pleasant town of about 50,000 located on the Tennessee River, and I had long heard recommendations to try the fare at Big Bob Gibson's Barbeque. That would, indeed, be our first stop on the tour:




We were not disappointed. We ordered the Big Bob Gibson feast to share and, upon its delivery to our table by a very cheerful waitress, we both exclaimed at the same time that we couldn't possibly eat all of this!  Guess what--we were wrong! This was some seriously good 'cue, and it will go on our best restaurants list for sure. 

Afterward, we stopped at a local bakery, Mel's Sweet Treats, for some cookies that were to die for, and that place will also go on the list. 

Now, since our stop at Big Bob's was considered my treat, it was now Sandy's turn to make a choice of things to do. She chose the Unclaimed Baggage Center, about an hour away in tiny Scottsboro, Alabama: 



This is the one place in the country where all the unclaimed baggage of airline passengers goes to be sold to the public. Sandy had heard about it for decades, and she had always professed a desire to stop and take a look. Since I had had my Big Bob Gibson fix, I was most agreeable, and off we went to Scottsboro, about an hour away from Decatur. 

I'm not so sure Sandy was looking for a bargain so much as merely being curious as to what things airline passengers would leave behind--as it turns out, some really strange stuff. One of the employees told us that they had recently sold a $75,000 emerald ring for $36,000 and, when we were there, we saw not one, but two, suits of armor that passengers failed to pick up. I didn't even try to figure that out.



The place gave the appearance of a large department store and, as you might imagine, there was a huge amount of clothing on display, in addition to tons of cameras, laptops and other electronic gizmos.
We both decided that the outlet was slightly disappointing in that the prices being asked for the goods seemed quite a bit higher than we expected. That didn't seem to deter the customers, however, as the parking lots were full, and a constant steam of patrons were leaving the store with bags of merchandise. Sandy found a couple of never-worn items, including a pair of pants and some Teva flip-flops that she would bring home to son-in-law Tyler. This was apparently enough to satisfy the little shopping demon that sits on her shoulder, constantly whispering his nefarious temptations in her ear. I counted myself lucky.

It was a pleasant drive back to Red Bay and, upon returning, we remarked how being in this tiny town and its very rural surroundings was almost like being transported back in time to our own small home towns where we grew up in the innocent 50s and early 60s. It is a place that crime and violence haven't discovered--where few doors are locked at night and where the Ten Commandments are prominently displayed in a local cafe:


It is a place where everyone smiles and waves, and the postmaster remembers your name after a couple of visits. It is a place where the sheriff wears a tropical shirt and where you can buy ice on the honor system:












Fortunately, we got back to Red Bay after the 3:30 rush--when all the Tiffin employees leave work from the single factory shift, designed so that the workers can pick up their kids from school and have supper on time. Yes sir, it's a different world.

We'll be leaving here in a couple of days, making our way back to the D/FW area and all the madness that entails. We will miss our little town that time forgot.

Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful life; please forgive me if I don't appreciate it enough each day.



13 comments:

  1. To bad more of our places of business don't have the ten commandments hanging in view.

    That was a lot of food but it sure looked good.

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    1. Indeed, Betty. This is definitely deep in the Bible belt, and the people reflect the friendliness and caring for others inspired in the Word. And yes, I'm almost embarrassed at showing how much barbeque we ate; but it was SO good!

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  2. Love small towns, lived in one for 25 years 700 pop, no gas station no grocery store.
    That BBQ look awesome !

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    1. After having lived in big cities and being victimized by crime on more than one occasion, I must tell you that this area is a world unto itself. If only the rest of the country were like this...

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  3. I would LOVE to visit the Unclaimed Baggage Store too! I have a little demon on my shoulder as well! I should name her "Goforit" but my rule is one thing in means two things out. :) I'm okay with that as I love swapping clothes around.

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    1. Yes, you ought to stop in, Patsy, if you find yourself nearby. It is interesting what people leave behind when they travel.

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  4. Did you get into one of the shops to get the awning repaired? Like you, I thought the prices at the Unclaimed Baggage store were a bit pricey. I also wondered how some of the stuff could left behind!! Surprisingly, there weren't any wives or kids on sale!!!

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    1. We couldn't get into Brannon's until June so, thanks to Gerri Ball, who gave me his name, I contacted Tiffin employee Charles Colburn, who scrounged around and found the part needed and came out to our site and installed it. He took care of a number of other small things we needed done and was very reasonable on his price. Definitely a good guy! If you don't have it in your list, you should make note of his phone number, which I will send you by PM.

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  5. We lived in Madison,AL for four years. Our favorite restaurant was The Main Street Cafe. They serve food with their own twist. Really, really good. Only open for lunch, M-F. In the old jail next to the RR tracks.
    LA Plaxico makes my favorite chili relleno. Pablano stuffed with fresh shrimp smothered in queso sauce.

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    1. Oh, my goodness! I wish I had known about this! We are going back to Red Bay in June; we may have to try this.

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  6. Fat finger strikes again. Make that LA Placita.

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  7. I spend a lot of summer time in Decatur Al. The Big Bob stuffed potato is fantastic and I usually get two meals from it. I have found Decatur to be a pleasant town.

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    1. I didn't try the potato, Barney, but I'll bet it is just as good as you say. We thought Decatur was a very nice town, especially so because of its location on the Tennessee River.

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