Made it to Georgia

We made it. Did you know it's over 1,800 miles to Georgia? First thing, the family had a catfish fry with fish they caught themselves. Yummy! Neighbors made coleslaw and cheese grits. Double yum!

Nieces and nephews came.

And Sam's little sister, Robin.

Robin and Buddy. So good to see them both.

Sam's big sister Faye organized the event and worked herself to death before and after. She also arranged for us to stay in a neighbor's unoccupied house across the street. A Godsend for us, with our cats!

Jeff is Faye and John's next door neighbor and good friend. He opened his backyard to all of us and did all the cooking. Does he look tired, or what. We had a great time.

The next day we hooked up with Vic and Bobbie and ended up at Fincher's for dinner. Sam and Vic have known each other since first grade, and were thrown out of the middle school library for cutting up and giggling more times than they can count. (They haven't changed much.)

The day after that, we drove to Macon to the Big House, home of the Allman Brothers Band in the 1970's.

It was a great museum and I learned a lot about southern rock.

The Allmans and other members of the band used to eat at nearby H and H Restaurant, and had a great relationship with the owners. They took Mama Louise on tour with them in later years. So we had lunch there and it's still good soul food.   https://www.handhsoulfood.com/

Then we visited the Allman graves in Rose Hill Cemetery, which was a beautiful spot. Vic and Sam kinda look like the Allmans, don't they?

Last night, we ate at the Fish and Pig, then sat out on their deck and enjoyed the lake. Altogether, a great day!

On to Florida!