We parked right in front of the museum, and the sun blared down on us like it only had one more day to shine and it had better use up its last ounce of heat. At the ticket booth we were told, no picture taking inside. So, one shot outside the door. Readers, you will have to go visit yourselves, believe me, the exhibits are well done, so go.
Back outside again, more history, the 16th Street Baptist Church is across the street, that's where four little girls were killed, sitting in their classroom on a Sunday morning, when a bomb went off. Only in recent years has anyone been brought to trial for that horrific crime. Kelly-Ingram Park is dotted with signs these days, giving details of the marches and protests that went on during those turbulent times.
The downtown skyline looks serene today, but Birmingham is not the vibrant, thriving city that it could be, considering its Magic City steel industry beginnings. Though progress has been made, the movement south and "over the mountain" continues, with one incorporated entity after the other, all separate, few equal.
We end the day to the south ourselves, Hwy 280, leading through Mountain Brook, Vestavia, Shades Mountain, Double Oak Mountain, beautiful rolling hills, the end of the Appalachian chain. Vistas -- breathtaking. Traffic -- nonceasing.
I have a 2 for 1 coupon for Logan's and we're both in need of a steak. At the end of it, they set a two-spooned dish of gooey fudged brownie in front of us, topped with a mountain of vanilla.
Let's go downtown Matt. I know it's hot, but we'll be inside most of the time. I want to take you to the Civil Rights Museum, one of the best museums I've ever seen. You know, Birmingham was the scene of a lot of violence and upheaval back in the 50's, and a major point in the civil rights movement. Yes, all of that was long before you were born,it will be good for you to learn about what happened. I was in high school then and Birmingham was a very divided city.