Thursday, July 29, 2010
We're in Albany, Georgia. It's nice here. At least at the Hilton Gardens.
There's a Ray Charles park right across from the hotel and I hope to take a picture of that before we go. Mr. Charles was born in Albany. I did not know that. I know he grew up in Greenville, FL, right down the road from Lloyd.
We still don't know where we're going and we're still not bothered by that at all. We're not getting on the big highways, though.
Last night at a convenience store we asked a man for directions. "Where you going?" he asked.
"We don't know!" we said.
He asked for spare change. I gave him some money and he thanked me and said, "Really? You don't know where you're going?"
We assured him we did not. He seem quite amazed that two people were riding around the state with no destination. He blessed us. We blessed him back.
Same thing happened when we got here to the hotel. The sweet, sweet lady at the desk asked where we were headed and again, we told her we did not know.
She too, acted as if she had never heard of such foolishness in her life.
But she sort of looked like maybe she'd like to come with us.