Thus read the sign on a gravel pile just off Patton Street for many years, and I started wondering: Has there been some new psychopathology emerging that has not as yet been covered in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual? And then the appalling: Am I living in a community (Florence) where there are these perverts running around fondling innocent gravel and doing God knows what other unspeakable things? I thought, this comes from living too close to Tennessee and the nefarious state line clubs that catered to the thirsty Lauderdale and Colbert Countians so that they would not have liquor or beer in their homes!
How many gravel-fondling offenders have entered the Alabama criminal justice system as consumers? This is something that State Corrections needs to make clear. It might be necessary to house offenders in their own lock-up, perhaps far away from any gravel that might be offended.