They had me at “rolling tailgate party.” There it was in plain print in the invite. Please join us down here in Alabama, the organizers said, and don’t worry about Friday night icebreakers because Margaret’s rolling tailgate party had things covered. Yes, I admit envisioning some mechanical lovechild of liquor cart meets Bama game, but that only added to the intrigue. Plus there would be talk of books. So it was with much excitement, and a taste for a gin and tonic, that last weekend I drove the three hours to Birmingham. No, there wasn’t a liquor cart with grill and sauce attachment.*
They did way better, Margaret and Tammy and all the volunteers who worked their tails off.
They put on a wonderful weekend.
FEB. 7: MURDER IN THE MAGIC CITY
HOMEWOOD LIBRARY, Birmingham, AL
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