Saturday January 8, 2009h

Woke up in southern Kentucky and there was 2 inches of fresh snow on the ground. It was 18 degrees at 9:00 AM. Very Cold for these parts.

I decided to make a couple of stops when I got to Georgia. Finally, the snow was behind me. On the spur of the moment, I had to look up and old Apple buddy who moved to the Atlanta area a bout 20 years ago and I had his address. The phone the Sandy and I had in our database was disconnected. So I programmed the GPS for Pat and Tracy King’s house and drove into their lives. Pat told me that Atlanta was expecting an ice and snow storm and he needed to get fire wood. I rode along with him and we caught up on the last 20 years. He then told me about the tragedy that has befallen his family. Their middle daughter died last summer at age 16. She and her family fought a noble but loosing battle. After a 5 year long battle with leukemia their daughter was called home to heaven.

I asked Pat if he would like to join me in the Bahamas. He told me that he had quit his job to be with his daughter. He was looking for work. He has a couple of opportunities, but maybe able to join me.

After a surprise visit to the King’s, my next thought was to visit cousin Sherwood and his wife Faye and family. It was getting toward the end of the day. When I called, Faye asked me if I would like to join them for dinner. Southern hospitality at its very best! I programmed the GPS for Byron Georgia and 2 hours later pulled into their drive. Sherwood was taking the steaks off the BBQ. My timing was perfect! Even Faye’s sweet tea was good.

After dinner Sherwood gave me a tour of his shop. He and his two sons are drag racers. He showed me the Mustang that he fabricated and built. This car goes so fast it has a parachute on the rear bumper. Sherwood tells me that any car that can go 150 MPH in the quarter mile needs to have a parachute to stop the car if the breaks fail. This car is so fast because they burn nitrous for extra speed and power. They have made the car lighter hoping that it will gain speed. Before heading off to bed, I asked where the closest Catholic Church could be found. Tori my young cousin found a 9AM Mass in Warner Robbins. Faye told me that in order to get to Warner Robbins by 9AM I would need to leave their house at 8:30AM