"Eat a Peach for Peace", Duane Allman

I woke up and the weather dude was saying that it would be sunny and warm, high in the low seventies today. However, when I took the dog out I couldn't see anything. The fog covered everything and it was cold. I went back inside and put on my white cashmere sweater.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, the fog had burned off and it was in the low seventies.
At some point in the afternoon, I left my office and realized that it was a perfect day. By four o'clock, First American was offering me a witness only closing in Lizella.

At first, we thought it was in Musella. So we looked on the mapquest and realized that Musella was about an hour down 341 from Griffin. That is where the good peaches are purchased, by the way. I told the witness only dude that I couldn't make it by 6:00 o'clock, so I told him maybe by seven. So the dude told me I could make arrangements with the borrowers.

So I called the borrowers. They said they were going to church and wouldn't be back until eight thirty. So I said, eight thirty would be fine. So I talked to the husband and he said fine.

So Kate and I went to church and ate supper and then brought Cindy's supper back to her (she was having minor health problems). We watched her eat for awhile, then decided we would go back to the office to download the package. When we got back to the office, Patti had downloaded the package and arranged it. There was nothing else to do but drive to Dairy Queen.

After buying our Dairy Queen, we set the controls on the GPS and drove down to Macon. When we got to Macon, I knew we had more time than we needed to get to the borrowers, so we drove into Macon and posted a couple of letters. We drove past the Georgia Music Hall of Fame. We noticed that the sign for the Otis Redding was showing that it had come to an end last year. So I drove Kate past the Douglas Theater where Otis got his start, then we drove up through the center of town. Finally, we started to head back to our ultimate destination: Lizella.

Then the GPS reset itself and directed us back into town, where we were directed to a u-turn on Mulberry Street and found our way back to our destination: The Macon Opera House. The Macon Opera House? Why did the GPS direct us back into town to the Macon Opera House?

We didn't know. So we asked the GPS to direct us back to Lizella, politely. And it did, ultimately, reluctantly. I knew we shouldn't have ignored the directions of the satellite. It was fun for awhile, until the GPS started re-directing us. You just can't play with satellites and computers.

At one point in our journey, Kate thought it would be appropriate to listen to a little Allman Brothers music. So we drove down past H & H and somewhere near the Big House and around near where Capricorn Records used to be located, listening to an Allman Brothers medley. With the weather the way it was, it was hard to beat driving around Macon, Georgia, with the ghosts of the brothers running around the streets. We even caught the strains of a concert in one of the parks near Mercer. It was part of what makes Central Georgia a cool place to live. Even in hard times.

For the last hour or so, we have been cleaning up the middle bedroom upstairs. Or trying. Now we are watching a rerun of Daily Show. It is late. I am tired. I don't know why I am sitting here writing on this computer.

Kate wants the computer, so I will hangup now.

By the way, March 26 is the 40th anniversary of the formation of the Allman Brothers Band. The road goes on forever, dudes.

"Eat a Peach for Peace."