To my fraternity brothers and me, the words "29 South" have a special meeting: of road trips to Randy Mac and Pines parties, to Sweet Briar and boathouse parties both augmented with stops at the Texas Inn for a Cheesy Western and a Kepone cocktail. Sometimes 29 South led us farther afield - to Durham, Chapel Hill and Charlotte and Greensboro for the thrill of the ACC Tournament - even Atlanta for the Peach Bowl. And Florida for spring break. Those were such fun times that we'll never forget - and in some cases, never remember.
This intersection in Pensacola, Florida is the end of the road, literally. This is where 29 South ends. Or should I say 29 North begins??