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WOMAN ENJOYS ALL-NATURAL LIFE

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LIVES WHERE BYGONE COAST CAN STILL BE SEEN
THOMAS SPENCER News staff writer
Publication Date: November 9, 2003

FORT MORGAN - In the autumn, coastal dunes bloom with wildflowers few people have ever seen. Chan West introduces them to visitors by both their common and their proper names: red basil, calamintha coccinea; deer tongue, carphephorus odoratissimus; false foxglove, aureolaria flava.
She knows the seasons the plants bloom for the butterflies, and the seasons they bear fruit for the birds. After nearly 70 years of observing the landscape of shifting sands on the Alabama coast, she has a better sense than most of the cycles and the seasons, the rhythms of the place and the changes that have been wrought by modern life and development.
To get to where she lives - to the place she's known since before there were paved roads here, before power or phones - you pass under scrub oaks hung with Spanish moss and go past glades spiked with saw palmetto as you follow a rutted, sandy r…

Simple Tastes For Neighborhood Friend

Simple Tastes For Neighborhood Friend:

A Farewell I wrote to Franklin Headen in 2003, kindly reposted by

Lord Baltimore Gin was his balm and pork his passion.

Virtually every evening after work, Franklin Headen would hold court from a plastic chair on the front yard of his home in the Fairmont neighborhood of North Birmingham.

Friends would join him—just a couple some nights, and half dozen on others. He drank his Lord Baltimore straight, no water, no ice.

He’d share his cigarettes and gin, (though, if he’d bought a big bottle, he’d pour some in a smaller bottle and hide his big one, so his guests wouldn’t take it all).

He was quiet around strangers but friendly, humorous and passionate with friends and family. He was a mediator and a sentinel in the neighborhood with a sharp sense of justice.

Franklin Headen and his simple tastes

FRANKLIN HEADEN LIKED PORK, GIN AND TO SHARE WITH OTHERS. SIMPLE TASTES FOR NEIGHBORHOOD FRIEND
THOMAS SPENCER News staff writer
Publication Date: October 26, 2003  Page: 20-A  Section: News  Edition: Volume 116 Issue 194 
LordBaltimoreGin was his balm and pork his passion.
Virtually every evening after work, Franklin Headen would hold court from a plastic chair on the front yard of his home in the Fairmont neighborhood of North Birmingham.
Friends would join him - just a couple some nights, and half dozen on others. He drank his LordBaltimore straight, no water, no ice.
He'd share his cigarettes and gin, (though, if he'd bought a big bottle, he'd pour some in a smaller bottle and hide his big one, so his guests wouldn't take it all).
Headen, who was 49 when he was shot and killed last month, worked hard, never had much, but shared what he had.
He was quiet around strangers but friendly, humorous and passionate with friends and family. He was a mediator and a sentinel in the n…