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Video of my dad

He's not always wearing suits, though!

The Fairhope Pier

Cool picture of it ...

My hometown Fairhope Alabama

The world of 1894 was not so much different from ours. Many of the same problems existed, and brilliant and not so brilliant minds of the day were looking for ways to change what they saw as inequalities. The Fairhope story is a story of one such experiment, one rather more successful than most and one which endures to some extent today.

The formation of the Fairhope community was based on a concept popular in the reform movements of the late 1900's, Single Tax. Though not a perfect example of the concept, its success serves as a lesson to future generations that possibilities beyond the norm exist, and that people with vision will find a way to experiment with them.

Another site has this:

A town of about 17,000, Fairhope sits on bluffs that overlook the bay. It's not some pounded-out tortilla of a coastal town—all tacky T-shirt shops, spring break nitwits and $25 fried seafood platters—but a town with buildings that do not need a red light to warn low-flying aircraft and where a nice woman sells ripe cantaloupe from the tailgate of a pickup. This is a place where you can turn left without three light changes, prayer or smoking tires, where pelicans are as plentiful as pigeons and where you can buy, in one square mile, a gravy and biscuit, a barbecue sandwich, fresh-picked crab­meat, melt-in-your-mouth beignets, a Zebco fishing reel, a sheet of hurricane-proof plywood and a good shower head.

--Amalee