Monday night in North Carolina

Nelle headed back to Florida--and wrote this note to me just now from Albany, looking out her window at Ray Charles sitting on a piano bench and rotating next to the Flint River:

Thinking of you and your road trip. Today we left L Ville  and headed south. Decided on back roads and have discovered that the soil through here produces three p's:  Pecans, peaches, and preachers.... At least it seems so with all the groves, orchards and Baptist churches....

I'd never thought of it so alliteratively--but it's  true! You can hear some lively preaching while you're eating your juicy peaches and pecans if you take a stop on the back roads of red-clay Georgia!

Carlene and I drove through some heavy rain today and decided to stop three hours south of Washington for a good night's sleep.  We had a great visit with Mary Elizabeth, my niece, in Athens before heading north and stopped today for a walk-about in Chapel Hill, NC--a beautiful town where The Sun is published.  I went by the headquarters for The Sun--wanted to meet the people who put together such a beautiful magazine.

A faded snapshot: Me, M.E. and Carlene

Mary Elizabeth Harris

I got a text from Will: Elena thinks every smallish colorful car is a Mini Cooper!  I have indoctrinated her well!

We're having a terrific road trip--and look forward to arriving at Day's tomorrow afternoon.