The Godfather of Soul
One of the three couples from the Miata Club that was supposed to be at Friday’s pizza dinner had a family emergency, so they couldn’t make it. So, we had a make-up meal at a Cracker Barrel with them this morning.
On my way there I cruised through a nearly empty downtown Augusta so I could grab today’s Roadside America photo, a statue of the Godfather of Soul.
It was billed as a breakfast, but for me, an early riser, it was really a brunch that was verging on lunch. We were down one couple from Friday, so once again it was a group of 5. If we had wanted to wait another 45 minutes (this would then have really qualified as lunch), we could have gotten 2 tables pushed together. No one did, so we pulled up an extra chair and scrunched around one table.
If you have ever been to a Cracker Barrel, you’d know that they don’t scrimp on portion size. Four of the five of us ordered meals that included at least two plates, meaning there really wasn’t enough room for everything, so with some quick thinking, three of us pushed our two big pancakes to one side and dumped the eggs and bacon in the clear area so we could fit everything on the table.
This afternoon I went back over to the house of my friends from my Aiken Bicycle Club days. I was there yesterday, and we had a cookout along with their younger son’s wife and cute-as-shit 2-year-old daughter. I wanted to return the tupperware that held a fresh brownie and pick up my cooler bag I’d forgotten at their place. Today it was just us adults, and we watched their favorite team, the Atlanta Braves, whoop up on my favorite team, the FRS.
Tomorrow is a short drive upstate to spend some time with my sister.