Between Columbus, Georgia and Eufaula, Alabama, there is a thirty-some-odd mile stretch of two-lane highway that is studded with a veritable forest of roadside crosses.
We counted three dozen roadside memorials on that stretch of road. That’s about one highway death per mile, on average. But you would see clusters. Two, maybe three crosses together. One can only speculate on the tragedies that have taken place along that road.
What makes that few miles so disproportionately risky? Is it the drop-off on either side of the highway? The lack of any straightaways for safe passing? The narrowness of the road? Local drinking habits?
One thing we do know: We ain’t driving that stretch of road at night.
’Cause I don’t know if the locals can figure out how to make little wooden Mogen Davids.