Y’all won’t believe where I’ve been. I returned Monday evening from an eleven-day adventure with some of my favorite people on the planet.
But we had a marvelous trip, and it was good to kind of lose track of the events driving the 24-hour news cycle from day to day. It’s hard to worry so much about the mundane events of everyday life when you are living as large as we were on Huck Tours’ 100th trip.
We visited some old familiar places and a few that were brand new, even for me, and I’ve been everywhere.
Our tour started at the same place I did: Porterdale. There’s no place like home and if I lived to be a hundred, which doesn’t seem likely right now, I will never lose touch with my raisings. We went to my church and the gym and circled the Osprey Mill. That about covers things as far as my childhood.
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Our first meal was at Fresh Air Barbecue in Jackson. We’ve never been treated better. And then we went to Warm Springs and toured the Little White House. If you haven’t done that recently you should do yourself a favor and go and be reminded of a time when leaders could be leaders. I don’t agree with much of FDR’s politics, but I admire the fact that he didn’t let little things like polio, the Great Depression and World War II hold him back.
We also visited Callaway Gardens where I heard the best line of the week. According to our guide, Cason Callaway was showing a Monsignor from New York City around his facility and the Reverend, rather piously, remarked, “You and God have done great things with this property,” to which Mr. Callaway replied, “You should have seen it when God had it by himself.”
I’ll tell you about another west Georgia treasure. The National Infantry Museum at Ft. Benning, in Columbus. I have visited museums all over the world and it is one of the best I’ve ever seen. It is a fitting tribute to those who have purchased and protected our freedom for almost 250 years.
Elvis sang to us in Tupelo, and we were transported into the nineteenth century in Natchez, Mississippi, and we were engulfed in the Cajun culture in Lafayette, Louisiana, and had more crawfish, boiled shrimp and genuine hugs than we could say grace over. And we learned that freshly baked, authentic king cakes don’t taste anything like those you get at the grocery store in the North Georgia Piedmont. We also learned that they aren’t just for Mardi Gras out there.
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New Orleans is just plain sad. Bourbon Street is a mere shadow of its once tawdry self, and I am not sure if it will ever come all the way back. The Acme Oyster House is closed two days a week and they start closing up the Café Du Monde at 10:30 every night. The Cafe Du Monde! And the dueling pianos at Pat O’Brien’s are still silent.
The Battle House Renaissance Hotel in Mobile is dripping with elegance, though, and Bellingrath Gardens is as beautiful and peaceful a setting as I have ever experienced. It stands as a permanent reminder of the dividends that investment in Coca-Cola stock can pay.
All in all, it was great to be back on the road again, making memories and sharing music and laughter. Thank you, God, for so richly blessing the United States of America.
Now excuse me while I ease back into civilization. Let’s see. We have the NCAA Championship game, the Masters and Opening Day to help keep my mind off of gasoline prices or the war.
Let me prop my feet up for one more week and I will see you next Sunday.