Thursday morning I woke up and showered and put on my grey seersucker suit and drove down to the jail in Monroe County. After my hearing, where everyone was cheerful, but hardly obliging, Afterward, I drove down to the courthouse, where I found that the Monroe County Commissioners decided to fund the renovation of the courthouse (unlike most of the other courthouses). However, when I went back to the jail to speak with my client, I found that there was a small barbecue restaurant nearby, which apparently had the approval of most of the law enforcement in Monroe County.
After a large barbecue sandwich, a generous portion of french fries, and a sweet tea, I decided to drive across country to Musella and Dickey's Peaches. As I drove, I noticed a few sauce stains on my shirt and one small stain on my seersucker pants. By the time I found myself in the little town of Musella, I was able to mount the stairs, grab myself a 1/2 peck basket of peaches, and walk over to the counter to pay for the peaches and a "small" cone of fresh peach ice cream.
On my way up 341 to Barnesville, I struggled to make sure that my outfit would escape deocration by two of God's great gifts to Central Georgia. By the time I got back to Griffin, I was able to plant the peaches on the kitchen table, walk the dog and change my shirt, at least, to get rid of some of the indicia of my hot, humid afternoon in the sweltering Southern Summertime.
Just call me Atticus, scout.
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