I thought she was fascinating but Marcus thought she was weird. “Bama,” he said, and “ghetto.” “Ghetto,” Ronalda said she could live with, but she didn’t want anybody to call her “Bama.” “How can somebody from Georgia call somebody else a “Bama?” She was from Indy, a real city and it was Up North.
I was accustomed to hot, muggy summers but the heat in Opelika was more comprehensive. August was canning season, so the women were busy washing tomatoes, peaches, and beets.
Beauty parlors, in general, are confessional spaces. A place like the Pink Fox is even more intimate than your average salon because it’s a business that’s also part of our home…The Pink Fox, with its two pump chairs, shampoo bowl, and three hooded dryers represented a generation’s worth of progress…
Ninety miles isn’t so far on the odometer but you know the old joke: “Be careful when you leave Atlanta because you’ll end up in Georgia.”