Knights Inn Aiken
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Drove 140 miles on 2.5 hours.
The purpose of this stop was to take a peak at the legendary Augusta National Golf Course, the home of the US Masters golf tournament.
The town itself is nondescript for such a famous location. Its hard to fathom where the spectators and media would stay during the tournament as its not a large town and dining and entertainment options are limited.
Year 2, Days 25 - 28 - Ok, just kidding about the Brothel!! But Arlen had a great list of fun restaurants for us to try. The Biker Bar was especially fun - but when "Big Red" paid for a round of drinks, I feared for my life (just kidding). Apparently, we were the first "ladies" to enter that night and he took pity of us, I think - but how nice!!
Aiken has a lot of Hilton Head Island transplants - for the nice weather - brick houses - and a nice downtown area ...
The day and a half in Georgia with our friends Mark Haddox and Bob & Patti Mannix went way too quickly. We've been friends since the early 80’s and even though the miles have separated us for many years, the friendships have lasted and stayed strong. Sierra and Cheyenne Mannix have grown into the most beautiful girls and watching everyone together, it’s evident they fill a big void in Marks’ life since my dear friend Haven’s passing. ...
... I did enjoy the good ole contemporary hoe down/ boy band hysteria.
Hils - It’s amazing to see the southern lifestyle still so much in effect: the patriotism, family values, religion, traditional music (mandolins, banjo’s, fiddles, even washboards!) Everyone was so proudly Georgian, it was awesome. For one of the world’s most modern and technology savvy countries, they are doing well to ...
... Not with answers to impossible questions, not with easy comforts to impossible woundedness, but with an impossible openness that allows us to make our response and hold on in the midst of the unknown.
In my mind, as my sleepy thoughts wander still in the place between the realms of dream and awake, I am doing this. I am standing with the tiny bouquet I plucked from the field south of Waynesboro, a flush of purple-blooming weeds and a single stem of red clover. I have come ...