road trip

There's just something special about going home. Even though right now both of our respective families are dealing with hardships, I enjoy going back to GA to spend some time away from the ever-present stress of nagging school work -yes, that exists even in the summer.

Bec's parents live about 40 miles north of Atlanta so it takes us around 6 hours to get to their house. It's a beautifully scenic drive down 75 South. It really doesn't matter which season. The pastures of Kentucky and the Blue Ridge mountains of east Tennessee make it a pleasant trip.

Last Thursday, on the drive down, our little family encountered an interesting phenomena that can only be justified with pictures, sadly we have none. So I will do my best to explain.

We left Wilmore about 12:3o in the afternoon. We had hopes of arriving at the Long's (Bec's parents) at supper time. But alas, we got stuck in some nasty road construction traffic just a little ways south of Lexington. This put us behind a solid hour.

As our newly imposed schedule would have it, we were at the exit for Cleveland, TN at supper time; so we obliged the exit and followed the arrows to restaurant row. Much to our pleasure there was a Bojangles'. Bec and I are big fans of their chicken biscuits -served all day long thank you very much!

As we pulled in, the weather is sprinkling a bit so Cavender grips her little purple Tinkerbell umbrella and holds it securly as we walk to the door. As we gather ourselves inside, I notice for the amount of cars in the parking lot there are surprisingly few people in the restaurant. There were just two neighboring booths filled with one party, 0ther than that the store was empty. Oh, except the guy sitting by himself fidgeting with the conrols of the metal briefcase style portable sound system which was -somewhat- linked to the two speakers on the 5' stands in the corner. Said corner had been cleared out to make room for the microphone through which the nice lady selling her CD's would later sing. She stood beside a desktop display selling her bluegrass CD's.

They were nice enough to let everyone eating their dinner sample the goods before purchasing. Remember those two booths that were full? Those people were clearly with the featured recording artist. That makes exactly one other family in Bojangles' that are supposed to be reeled into enjoying the music or purchasing one of her discs. Awkward.

As our schedule would have it we mistimed the live Thursday evening performance. If I would have had $10 that I absolutely couldn't find anything else to do with I would have bought a CD. But as it was, sitting at the furthest posible table, Bec and I enjoyed the humor of it all while discretely fielding Cavender's many questions so not to bring attention to ourselves.

Rebecca wanted me to take a picture but I just didn't have it in me.