Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer: A Journey into the Heart of Fan Mania

Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer: A Journey into the Heart of Fan Mania

by Warren St. John

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Overview

"Fresh and funny… St. John has crafter a winner.” —Tony Horwitz, author of Confederates in the Attic

In the life of every sports fan, there comes a moment of reckoning. It may happen when your team wins on a last-second field goal and you suddenly find yourself clenched in a loving embrace with a large hairy man you’ve never met. . . . Or in the long, hormonally depleted days after a loss, when you’re felled by a sensation similar to the one you first experienced following the death of a pet. At such moments the fan is forced to confront the question others—spouses, friends, children, and colleagues—have asked for years:

Why do I care?

What is it about sports that turns otherwise sane, rational people into raving lunatics? Why does winning compel people to tear down goalposts, and losing, to drown themselves in bad keg beer? In short, why do fans care?

In search of the answers to these questions, Warren St. John seeks out the roving community of RVers who follow the Alabama Crimson Tide from game to game across the South. A movable feast of Weber grills, Igloo coolers, and die-hard superstition, these are characters who arrive on Wednesday for Saturday’s game: Freeman and Betty Reese, who skipped their own daughter’s wedding because it coincided with a Bama game; Ray Pradat, the Episcopalian minister who watches the games on a television set beside his altar while performing weddings; John Ed (pronounced as three syllables, John Ay-ud), the wheeling and dealing ticket scalper whose access to good seats gives him power on par with the governor; and Paul Finebaum, the Anti-Fan, a wisecracking sports columnist and talk-radio host who makes his living mocking Alabama fans—and who has to live in a gated community for all the threats he receives in response.

In no time at all, St. John himself is drawn into the world of full-immersion fandom: he buys an RV (a $5,500 beater called The Hawg) and joins the caravan for a football season, chronicling the world of the extreme fan and learning that
in the shadow of the stadium, it can all begin to seem strangely normal.

Along the way, St. John takes readers on illuminating forays into the deep roots of humanity’s sports mania (did you know that tailgaters could be found in eighth-century Greece?), the psychology of crowds, and the surprising neuroscience behind the thrill of victory.

Reminiscent of Confederates in the Attic and the works of Bill Bryson, Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer is not only a travel story, but a cultural anthropology of fans that goes a long way toward demystifying the universal urge to take sides and to win.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781400082971
Publisher: Crown/Archetype
Publication date: 08/10/2004
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 648,919
File size: 458 KB

About the Author

Born in Birmingham, Alabama, WARREN ST. JOHN is currently a reporter for the New York Times. He has also written extensively for the New York Observer, The New Yorker, and Wired. He went to Columbia University and lives in New York. Visit him at www.rammerjammeryellowhammer.com.

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Chapter One: Hallways on Wheels


Does anyone know where I might be able to locate a pic of the New Bama Logo? I want a pic large enough to print and use for a tattoo that would be about 6 to 7 inches tall. —Bulletin board post from Ed Hames, aka "Bamafanforlife"


So I have a mission, but there are certain logistical issues I have to work out. How exactly does one join an RV caravan? I could always simply show up at the parking lot of the first game of the season, against Vanderbilt in Nashville, and impose myself. I have a trump card in the form of that photograph of Bear Bryant and me, which I figure for Alabama fans might act as a kind of press pass to the soul. There is another strategy more enticing than simply crashing the party: trying to get invited to it, on someone else's RV. But resolving to get invited aboard a stranger's motor home and actually getting invited, I learn in short order, are two very different things. Absent an attempt to track down a specific RV like the Reeses', I find that in the summer months it's oddly difficult to locate any RV-ers at all. The RVs that fill the highways and stadium lots in the fall seem to disappear without a trace in the warmer months, perhaps parked by their owners in backyards in a kind of inverse hibernation, or perhaps driven out west to tour the national parks. There are no Alabama fan motor home associations to contact; there is no Bama RV Club. Perhaps the whole point of RV-ing is to disconnect from the grid to chase after one's passions; to such people, the inability to be organized—or even found—could be a kind of virtue. So I go to the one place where even the least organized and most elusive people are sure to have a presence: the Internet.

There are literally hundreds of Alabama fan sites—TiderInsider.com, BamaMag.com, BamaOnline.com are the biggest, along with countless personal pages, the cyberspace equivalent of bumper stickers, where fans declare their love of the team for anyone who happens to click by. None, though, are devoted to RV-ers. I sign up for an e-mail listserv called Bamafan, a kind of live wire into the collective unconsciousness of Alabama fans, and within minutes of my signing up, e-mails begin to appear in my mailbox at a machine-gun rate from people with names like Bamadog, Krymsonman, Crimson Jim, and the Alabama Slamma. I've tuned in to to a kind of philosophical debate: Are there any circumstances under which it is permissible for an Alabama fan to pull for Tennessee? A fan named Tommy e-mails the group that when a Tennessee win would benefit Alabama, he actually finds himself humming "Rocky Top," the Tennessee fight song.

"You certainly don't know what it's like to really hate Tennessee if you pull for them AT ALL," a poster named Tiderollin' responds. "I'd cheer for Florida, Auburn, Notre Dame, Russia, and the University of Hell before the words 'rocky top' would ever come out of my mouth."

I send the group an e-mail of my own explaining my mission and asking, with the sort of straight-forwardness I expect someone like Tiderollin' might appreciate, if anyone would be willing to offer me berth aboard a motor home. Within a few hours, responses begin to trickle in. A woman replies offering to tell me the story of how she came to have the word Bama tattooed on her leg. Another offers the use of some photographs he thinks might go well in a book about Alabama fans:

My family are all BAMA grads . . . and we all made a trip in '95 to China. I have a shot of all of us holding a large BAMA flag on the Great Wall of China just outside of Beijing. If you are interested in using this photo in your book we could probably work something out.

I get a number of other encouraging e-mails, wishing me luck, but no invites on RVs. Eventually, Bamadog writes to suggest I contact Tide Pride, the booster office of the University of Alabama. "They may or may not have information on the people you're looking for," he writes helpfully, before signing off, "Dawg."

It turns out even University of Alabama officials are at a loss to name the people who crowd their campus on game weekends. A man named Wayne at the school's booster office laughs when I explain my mission, then quickly tries to dissuade me. RV-ers, he says, can be disagreeable people. "They show up on Monday and park where students are supposed to park," he says. "We tell 'em, 'You gotta wait till Friday afternoon to park there,' and they just get upset with you. Some of these people feel like they deserve everything. It gets too much sometimes. They's people who go too far." It seems significant that a university official charged with inciting fan zeal believes the RV-ers are too zealous. I sense that Wayne is reluctant to help me; something like 95 percent of the RV-ers, he says, never attended the university—they simply like the football team. The implication is that while the university had no role in shaping these disagreeable people, it has to answer for them. I press for names.

"You could try a fellow in Clanton," Wayne grumbles before hanging up. "Name is Skeeter Stokes."

Skeeter Stokes answers when I call and is happy to talk. He's the semiretired owner and manager of the Clanton Chevrolet dealership and has been going to Alabama games for thirty years. He still attends most home games, he says, in an Allegro motor home, typically with a Chevy Blazer in tow—a kind of escape pod once the mother ship is fully set up in the lot. Stokes is eighty-five years old and, at least on the phone, sounds every bit his age. The image of an eighty-five-year-old man on the highway in a vehicle the size of a Greyhound—with an SUV in tow—is sobering. Perhaps this is what Wayne means about going too far.

The rest of our conversation yields two bits of valuable information. The first is that there is no way in hell—his words—that I'll be invited to spend a weekend with Skeeter Stokes aboard his RV. Second: Over the years Stokes has compiled a list of names and phone numbers of RV-ers he's met at Alabama games.

"It's out in the motor home," he tells me. "You welcome to it."

So I spend the next few days working my way down Stokes's list. My first call is to a man named Wayne Snead of Snead, Alabama, the owner of a $400,000 Bluebird motor home. Mr. Snead of Snead isn't into the hard-drinking life around the stadium; he and his wife prefer to be near the team, so they stay in the parking lot of the team's hotel. I speak to a man named Rudy Valley, whose job—leasing beach furniture to a significant portion of the Florida panhandle—neatly conforms to the seasonal rhythms of football; he closes shop just before the first kickoff each year. Valley puts me in touch with a moderately coherent man known to me only as "The Night Mayor," because of his insomniac tendency to wander the lot into the morning hours. When pronounced with an Alabama drawl, the name is a pun on "nightmare," a fair description, I'm told, of this man after a few drinks. The Night Mayor gives me the number of a friend, a motor-homing Bama fan who, by coincidence, happens to own a bar. And so on.

Whatever alarm these people feel at having a stranger ask details of their personal lives is offset by the flattery of encountering a stranger who is interested. Each has a story about going too far, a story or bit of personal data they report with an ambivalent mixture of shame and pride. Wayne Snead tells me about the time he drove to an uncle's wake in his fully provisioned RV, ready to hit the road as soon as he'd paid his respects. Rudy Valley boasts that he has $200,000 worth of Alabama football memorabilia in his home and that his motor home cost him more than his actual house. A man in Delaware named Jeremy tells me of his hard-fought but ultimately successful effort to convince his wife to name their daughter Crimson. And these aren't social misfits, at least not exactly. Wayne runs a successful farm supply business in Snead. Rudy Valley's beach furniture leasing business is among the most successful in Florida. Jeremy has a Ph.D. in molecular biology.

Besides being zealots for the Crimson Tide, most everyone I speak with shares something else in common: a belief that the world does not understand them. Each has a story of mockery at the hands of spouses, coworkers, or friends. Each has in his life the equivalent of the Reeses' daughter—someone who has tested, provoked, and frustrated them, someone who didn't just not understand but who actively agitated against their obsession, who made the frustrating (although perfectly rational) argument that a lifetime's outlay of energy and emotion for a sports team was not recoupable, no matter how many victories or championships.

I figure this feeling of being unappreciated may be my in. What we fans need, I argue, is for a reporter to tag along in one of their RVs for a season and to translate the experience for everybody else, to make them understand. With this, everyone heartily agrees. There is certainly no more deserving subject matter for a book, the fans say, than fans themselves. And when I suggest that I should be that reporter and my interview subject should be that Alabama fan, and that we should spend a few months together on an RV, the reply is always the same: Not on your life.

I'm near the end of Skeeter Stokes's list when I place a call to a man named Corky Williford from Dothan, Alabama, who as quickly as anyone lets me know that I will not be riding with him and his wife at any point during the football season. Williford nevertheless seems friendly enough—he tells me I'm welcome anytime to visit his RV at the stadium, to eat barbecue and "drink good booze," as he puts it. So I ask, based on his knowledge of the convoy, what the chances are of my getting a single invitation.

"Not good, son," Williford says, not unsympathetically. "There's a saying: no matter how big a motor home is, it's only built for two. Once you get in one, no matter how big it is, it's just a hallway on wheels." My best bet, Williford says, is to get a motel room near Vanderbilt Stadium on the first weekend of the season, and then to glom on the RV scene there. I thank him for the insight and resolve to begin my reporting on foot.


Two days later, I receive the following e-mail:
Saw your post on Bamafan . . . we live in South Carolina, but you're welcome to join us from here. ROLL TIDE!!! —Chris & Paula Bice

Chris and Paula Bice, I learn in subsequent e-mails, live in Simpsonville, South Carolina, outside Greenville, and travel to games in something called a Winnebago Warrior. Chris Bice e-mails a photograph; if the typical motor home is a hallway on wheels, as Williford said, this is a linen closet. It's short and boxy and looks more or less like the Crimson Express cut in half. I'm in no position to get uppity about the make and model of motor home I'll stoop to travel in, so I find myself in an interesting position: doing everything I possibly can to join two perfect strangers for a weekend in what amounts to a modestly large car. Bice tells me to call him at work, so on a weekday in early August I oblige. He answers in a deep, edgy baritone, and seems excited to hear from me.

"Hey, Roll Tide," he says when I introduce myself.

"Roll Tide" is Alabama's battle cry, but among fans, it's the ultimate all-purpose phrase, like prego in Italian or namaste in Nepali, an acceptable substitute for hello, goodbye, nice to meet you, and Amen.

"Roll Tide," I say.

We chat for a few minutes about the team—Bice has high hopes, mainly because of Shaun Alexander, the Tide's star running back. I ask how many games Bice expects to attend.

"We're going to all of them this year except the away game at Florida," he says. "Florida is where I might end up killing somebody."

Bice leaves me to mull this comment as he tends to a squawking radio in the background. I hear him blurt a string of unintelligible numbers and commands—he's obviously a dispatcher of some kind. He picks up the phone again, and I get a few biographical details: he and his wife Paula are in their midthirties and are both originally from Birmingham. They've been Alabama fans since childhood; their first date was to the 1983 Alabama-Ole Miss game, which Alabama won 40-0. The Bices started RV-ing to games in Paula's parents' Winnebago Brave, and later in their thirty-three-foot Itasca Windcruiser, a "lap-of-luxury type thing," Chris says. Paula's father died in a car fire in 1991, and they got rid of the Itasca. A few years later Chris and Paula began to peruse the classifieds in the Greenville News for their own motor home. They bought the Warrior, used, for twenty-five grand.

About my invitation, Chris says, there's just one thing. He's hasn't exactly cleared it with Paula. "I'm fine with it," he says. "But she said, you know, 'What if he's a weirdo or something?' I said, 'Hey Paula, that's the whole point: we're the weirdos.' " Apparently Paula was unmoved by this line of thinking. So Chris and I agree to a tentative plan: I'll drive from New York to South Carolina on the Thursday before the game, go out with the Bices to a local farm league baseball game, and if I don't register code red on Paula's internal serial killer detector, we'll leave for Nashville on Friday morning. The radio squawks and Bice asks me to hold. I hear him chattering into a microphone, then distinctly, the words "Clear to land."

"What do you do for a living?" I ask when Bice picks up the phone.

"Air traffic control."

"Do you need to go?"

"No, it's pretty slow right now."

Later I ask Bice if he'll be taking his Winnebago to all the games or if he'll fly.

"Oh I don't fly," he says.

"Why not?"

"It's not safe," he says, and hangs up laughing.

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06nwingert on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
As an Alabama student and fan, I felt a connection to Warren St. John. In fact, I met him in September 2008 at UA, where he gave a speech on this book. I remembered most of his speech, so the book was nothing new. However, I enjoyed some of the mature language and the cocktail 'recipes' in Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer. St. John uses an easy writing style, so this book should take 1 or 2 hours to knock out. This is a must read for Alabama fans.
nolagrl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
There is a whole separate culture in this country that encompasses the college football fan, and it can be further divided by conference, school, and the way you watch the games. Warren St. John isn't content to demonstrate how insane SEC football fans or Alabama football fans are. He takes it further, to the RV culture, the folks who may or may not have gone to Tuscaloosa for school but who go every weekend there's a home game. He captures perfectly the interaction of fans and media, fans and university, fans and football coaches. While the book was well-written and the story alternately hilarious and too true for comfort, I was left wanting something more. I haven't been able to put my finger on it. The story follows the arc of a football season... maybe I wanted it to follow two. St. John hit the road himself, and I know there was only so much time he could devote to this, but the real story lies not just in the doing but in the doing and doing and doing. Which he gets at, but doesn't capture as perfectly as he does some of the other nuances.But that's a nitpick. I read it during football season, Nick Saban's second one as coach of the Tide, and it was a terrific counterpoint to a terrific season. Would a non-Alabama fan care? Possibly, if a fan of another big state school with a successful football program. Would someone who didn't like college football care? It would probably just reinforce their wrongheaded ideas about who does like the sport. So, recommended highly for the Alabama fan, recommended for the football fan, and not recommended for the Philistine who doesn't see the point of the pigskin.
msimelda on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I love the way this book is written. St. John describes his adventures with the Roll Tide crazies (in the nicest way possible) beautifully. Great side stories. College football unites the most unlikely through its fan base, and this story is about the Alabama fans who tailgate in RVs to the games.I liken the style of this book to John Berendt's Midnight in the Garden of Good And Evil. You are pulled through by the little stories of ordinary people who do not so ordinary things.
skooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In a lot of ways, Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer is a fitting companion piece to Tom Frank's What's the Matter With Kansas? New York Times reporter, Alabama native, and devoted Crimson Tide fan Warren St. John spends an entire football season as a member of one of the infamous RV caravans that follow college football teams across the South. Along the way we encounter a man who is on the waiting list for a heart transplant but puts his life at risk each week by leaving the proscribed forty minute radius around the hospital just to attend football games, a couple who missed their daughter's wedding for a Bama game, as well as countless similarly obsessed football fans. The RVers themselves are, predictably, the nuttiest type of football nut available. The book is never short on the theater of the absurd. The social phenomenon St. John investigates, the irrational passion of certain stereotypical "red staters", is obviously parallel to Frank's book. St. John's success, like Frank's, derives, yes, partly from his ironic sense of humor aimed at absurd and easy targets, but is sold by his genuine affection and sense of camaraderie with his subjects. A fan himself, St. John shares the RVers' apprehensions, their superstitions, and their moments of agony and ecstasy as the Crimson Tide recover from a humiliating early season loss to LA Tech and go on to win the SEC championship. Throughout I was continually impressed with St. John as a talented descriptive writer. Sports fan or no, everyone should try this one out.
jmcclain19 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Hilarious but truthful look at a season with the RV caravan of Alabama Football. Couldn't think of a better primer for College football season. Even if your not a Bama fan you'll still get a kick out of this. And I met St. John as well - and he really is one of those Alabama crazies true and true.
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Daniel1322 More than 1 year ago
My name is Daniel, and I am a student at Hewitt-Trussville High School in Alabama. The book "Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer" is a great book not only for Alabama fans but for anyone that enjoys sports. The book chronicles the experiences of an Alabama fan that follows the team around for a season in an RV. He describes many of the most dedicated fans he meets, including a family from South Carolina, a rich chicken farmer, and a ticket broker. He also discusses some of the psychology behind fandom and what makes people act so differently at a sporting event. The book was a fairly easy read. It is very humorous throughout, and keeps your attention. You do not necessarily have to be a Bama fan to appreciate many of the stories and people he meets. I personally am a Crimson Tide fan who has attended several games, and can relate with some of his experiences. That made the book more enjoyable for me, but any average fan would find it interesting as well.
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Cullen More than 1 year ago
I want to start by saying that this was the perfect book for any Alabama football fan. And actually you dont have to be an Alabama football fan to like this book. Warren St. John did a great job of documenting his crazy times and ups and downs of Fan mania. He actually had me remembering times of when I cried after Alabama lost to Utah in that heart breaking loss in the sugar Bowl. I love how he went through so much trouble to document the perfect story .He also did a great job of finding the absolute craziest Alabama fans. I thought I was a big Alabama fan but then I read about the guy that missed his daughters wedding for a football game, I cant say I wouldn't do the same but he actually went through with it. Also the chicken put my Faness to shame by buying that million dollar RV so he could tailgate at the Alabama games in complete luxury. He also surprisingly did a good job of Documenting the football games too. He gave almost a play by play description of each game except for the Mississippi state game but its not like that will make a huge difference. He also pointed out some good eating spots for when you go to an Alabama football game. Such as the crimson breakfast bar where they serve Alabama shaped A pancakes on game day. I loved the book and I enjoyed hime documenting fans from rich people to poor people and crazy people to regular people. I loved this book. Roll Tide.
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JPHayes More than 1 year ago
Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer by Warren St. John is about the true meaning of being a sports fan. St. John begins by telling personal stories about his love for sports. In college, he decides to write a book about the nature of real fans. St. John begins riding with Alabama fans that follow the football team to all their games in RVs. This book has many funny and interesting stories about his encounters with these fans.
I really enjoyed the stories that he has to offer throughout the book. I also appreciate how much research St. John had to do in order to create this work. St. John has the exceptional ability to paint a picture of his journey. He tells some very funny and intriguing stories. This book was able to capture my attention and make me want to read for long periods of time. I can¿t really think of anything I disliked about this book.
I think that this book would be great for all those sports fans out there. This book is not about the game itself, but more about how we as fans react. This book points out that we as sports fans can somehow allow our emotions to change because of the outcome of a game that we have no connection with. This was probably one of my favorite books that I have ever read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a great book. Being an avid sports fan i can totally relate to this book. The thing about this book that I really enjoyed was that Warren St. John didn't exagerate the facts at all. This was a very real book. When St. John talked about the couple who skipped their daughters wedding to go to a game I even thought that was a little far-fetched then i thought about it and realized I know some people that are like that. I know that this probably isn't the book for everyone but I loved it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer is the story of Warren St. John's trip through 'fan mania'. He travels with the Alabama Tide's RV'ers to every game trying to understand where the passion for football comes from. Passion is a major theme displayed throughout the book. The fans have undying support for the team and they typically attend every game. Another theme is the team's perservance to always achieve more. Even in times of loss the team always strives to be more. The team faces trials and tribulations. I really liked this book. It incorporates history, tradition and today in one novel. I did not like how St. John put so much detail into every event. It gets a little excessive. You should read this for a light hearted fun book. I give this book four stars. It is a good book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
From the moment I opened the book i was amazed by the fact that St. John could combine history, opinion, and traditon so easily. The best thing about this novel is the fact that everything that Warren says is how it is. I actually know one of the football fanatics he describes... amazing huh?
Guest More than 1 year ago
I found the book to be a quick and enjoyable read. I found myself laughing out loud several times. The Tide have become my second favorite college team. Go Irish!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Rammer....Is a fantastic look into the dedication of Alabama Crimson Tide faithful and provokes the feeling that many of us have for our college teams. The author takes a simple subject, fans and their dedication, and turns it into a great reality tour and lives the dream! This book is for anyone that has a great love and passion for college football. Well researched and creative, Rammer has a solid cast of characters that are easy to relate to, and is peppered with humor. It's the perfect read during college football season, and I couldn't put the book down. A perfect mix of game descriptions through a 'Bama season and the events leading up to each game...It makes you want to go out and do it yourself, just like the author did, as you'll find out just how much by reading Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer! Great book, and with incredible description-and highly recommended!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I bought this book because I read a New York Times review comparing it to Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby, one of my favorite sports books of all times. I didn't know what to expect because it was hard to see how a book about driving RVs to football games could compare to a memoir about being a soccer fan, but I was blown away for several reasons. First of all the book is hilarious without being cliched or unsympathetic towards the characters, some of whom are lets face it, pretty crazy southern country folks. Secondly the writing is like ten notches above the writing of most football books. Thirdly, like Fever Pitch it totally opened my eyes to the experience of what I go through as a fan. With both books I had the feeling that the authors were writing about things I experienced even though I wasn't there myself. I found that pretty impressive because I'm not a soccer fan or a college football fan, at least not in the major obsessed sense. So if you are the type of fan who is curious about the whole experience of being a fan and also who likes to laugh, you will love this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This account of Alabama football is a cautionary tale for RV owners, especially those considering buying a used Allegro. Breakdowns, repairs and maintenance are much a part of RVing as Warren St. John shows so well describing the black water spills and annoying electrical glitches he encountered. As the old saying goes: If it has wheels, it's going to have to be fixed, and if it has a sewage tank, it's going to have leaks. My advice for newbies is always to start with a mechanically sound RV, and you can live with the creature discomforts, and make sure you keep a good repair manual by your side. Warren shelled out $5,500 for his Allegro, which was a generous price for 1978, but he's not retired like us who don't have a salary from the New York Times and need those extra dollars. He put another $1,200 into making the Allegro roadworthy. Anyone in the park could have told him that's hardly enough to prevent the emergencies and breakdowns on the way to games. He got frustrated when the Allegro broke down in Mississippi, but the whole idea of leisurely RV travel is to do it at your own pace, and my advice is he should allow extra time to get there so he can take care of life's little problems. My wife looked at the book for recipes but couldn't find any she could use. I tried the Bama Bomb and I liked that.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am extremely attention deficit and can't pay attention to any.....wait, what was that on TV? Anyhow, for me to sit down and finish a book in one sitting means it has to be very very good. I imagined myself as one of those guys years from now when I can retire and can follow my team around the country.