Oysters on a tray in the country west of Waverly Hall, the inviting sign announcing a dozen for $4.50 on Friday and Saturday. I wondered how many takers would be pulled in by the offer. Next door, Luke's Pub was already packed, at least the parking lot was full. I was scheduled to continue on to Columbus and afterward, I navigated the neighborhoods toward downtown and finally found my way to Veteran's Parkway and one of the east/west roads leading towards Phenix City, then north on Broadway to Country's barbecue.
Just a little pre-birthday meal at the lunch counter of one of my favorite barbecue places. Chopped pork, doused with a hot mustard and vinegar sauce, followed up with cabbage and butter beans and cornbread. Washed down with several glasses of sweet tea, the fine wine of the deep South. There was no need for dessert with that to drink and I paid at the cash register and headed back out into the cold December night and an early dark ride back home to Griffin.
I found fairly cheap gas in Senoia and the last thirty minutes of my ride was accompanied by jazz piano and guitar, lending a pleasant lulling beat to the ordinary, soft rhythm of the car as I headed back to Griffin.
I do like to drive. Thank God. I do enough of it to qualify as a short term trucker. The only difference is I don't see too many truckers driving Toyota Solaras. It has a big trunk, but not quite enough room to haul anything of consequence.
It was pleasant. I'm glad to be home. It is time to go to bed.
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