Alan Jackson

Well, Kay Mayo--I went to your old stompin' grounds today. Our Happiness Group at the church (Senior Adult group) took a trip to Newnan this afternoon (22 miles south of Carrollton)-so I decided to tag along. We went over there to eat at a fish place--Catfish Hollow. While there, I got the chance to eat some more of the Georgia staple, cheese grits. Man, those are great. They can't be that difficult to make-and they're so good to eat. Grits and cheese--you can't go wrong.

On the way to Newnan, we crossed the Chattahoochee River. Where have you heard that before? That's right-an Alan Jackson song. Jackson is from Newnan--yep, "Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee, never knew how much that muddy water went to me." I heard that toobing and floating down the river is big on the Chattahoochee.

We actually did not get to get into Newnan, which I hope to do soon--I heard there is a really cool street of old homes and a great barbeque place (Sprayberry's, I think is what it's called). We took the bypass around town and went through a bunch of strip malls and new development out by the interstate.

I also heard about another city I need to go see--Peachtree City--not far from Newnan. I heard that they will not let people drive cars inside the city--only golf carts. You gotta be kiddin' me. I got to check that out.

Lauren is heading for North Carolina tomorrow to see her friend, Sarah, for the weekend, before school gets too heavy. I am sure you will get to see awesome pictures from that.


--be