A LETTER FROM AN ALABAMA MOTHER TO HER SON    Dear Billy Bob, I'm writing this real slow cause I know you don't read very fast.  We don't live where we did when you left.  Your daddy read in the paper that most accidents happen within 25 miles of home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address cause the last family that lived here took the numbers off the house and carried them with them so that they wouldn't have to change their address. This place has a washing machine but I think it's broke.   The first day, I put shirts in, pulled the chain and I ain't seen them since. It only rained twice last week.. four days the first time and three days the second. You know the coat that you wanted me to send you?  Well, Aunt Sue said it would be too heavy to mail with them heavy buttons on it, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets. We got a letter from the funeral home.  They said if we don't make the last payment on Grandma's funeral bill....up she comes. Your sister had a baby this morning.  I ain't heard whether it's a girl or a boy, so I don't know if you're an aunt or an uncle. Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat.  Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off and drowned.  We had him cremated.  He burned for three days. Three of your friend went off of the bridge in Jim Bob's open bed pickup.  Jim Bob was driving and the other two were in the back.  Jim Bob got out.  He rolled down the window and swam to safety.  The other two drowned cause they couldn't get the tailgate open. There ain't much news this time, Billy Bob.  Nuthin' much happens in Alabama. Love, Momma