Holiday Inn Express Hotel & Suites Montgomery Eastchase Park

... lamps of different shapes and design, fluffy new towels, and a beautiful window shade that looked like art.

When we arrived at the venue, we were greeted by the most fun crew we've had yet. These guys have worked our show several times, and were familiar with the whole deal. So, when the van arrived late due to a flat tire, they had already unloaded the truck and were half way set up. They were so ...

... warm and funny.

Then we went over to the trolley tour of Montgomery where we learned about the history of this beautiful city. The trolley takes off from the old train station which is now a historic monument. While waiting for the next trolley, we moved through the exhibits and historical time line of the civil rights movement in the U.S.A. I remember growing up reading and watching TV news and movies about civil rights ...

... is dominated by a huge old oak. Suzy has a never ending supply of energy for creating beauty. When she looks at a horse drinking trough, she sees a container garden! She uses her imagination in everything and the evidence is everywhere. Crafts being made for her St. John’s Church’s Christmas bizarre sit in different states of completion on any available surface. Jars of homemade relish and pepper vinegar are paked in boxes or sitting out for display in her well used kitchen. It ...

... luxurious comfort with a relaxed modern style that is Marney’s own.





A park runs down the center of this broad, brick street canopied by huge old trees. The park is well used by joggers, dog walkers, exercise classes and many other folks getting fit while enjoying the beauty of their neighborhood park. This area of Montgomery is old, well preserved and very community minded. The houses are one more gracious southern home after ...

... used. By the way Davis is buried in the same cemetery where my family has a plot in Richmond.

After about three hours in Montgomery I headed west and stayed on US 80. What an amazing ride that was. I was pretty much in the middle of no where the entire day. Somewhere between Dublin and Montgomery I was it by some angry storms. The rain I can handle. When the wind is blowing so hard that it pushing me into oncoming traffic I need to pull over. I ...

... her to willingly join us in the water. So that meant I had to pull her in. This was not an easy task and she scurried out as quickly as she could.

In the afternoon, my cousin Frankie saddled up some of the horses and Alex got to go for a little ride. Then there was more swimming and even time to hold one of Uncle D's new baby ducks...a father's day gift from his daughters.

We had a very peaceful and relaxing visit and can't wait to go back again.

... Oreo cookie and cream cheese balls dipped in chocolate...decadence. While Jackie was cooking, we walked down to the barn so Alex could help feed the horses. Tori & Bella were very intrigued with these new creatures and weren't quite sure how to approach them. It was a funny site.

... got there and had two pieces of peach cobbler specially made by the owner left over. They gave it to us - if good southern manners allowed, we'd have licked the bowl - fantastic Georgia peaches. Understanding we're heading north the waitress gives us her best directions and warns us of aggressive cops in the neighboring county. Traveling north along secondary highways (random note: they encourage u-turns in the little median areas ...

... highway at Atlanta to look for somewhere to eat only to see lots of men standing either in small groups or on their own beside the road. It would appear they were probably waiting for someone such as construction workers to come a long and offer them a job for the day. It was actually quite sad to see so many looking for work that way with little hope of actually getting anything, especially considering it was quite late in the day.

... share the same penchant for tale-telling, the same sharp humour and welcoming handshake. A banker whispers to the jew 'did you ever see a skinnier boy?'. The author is Wayne Greenhaw and we meet him for a few afternoon drinks. He brings books and signs them, but there is nothing proud in the deft scrawl of his name. He is earnest and compelling, and the first American i think i've met who speaks too quietly. His entourage of far younger folk from the publishing and writing milieu ...