Mark and Mike Go To Florida

My brother Mark was kind enough to want to go with me South on Saturday, July 24th. I conned him into driving through all the cities, but honestly, it was no big thing. We left at 4:30ish with me at the wheel and I drove until around Clarksville. Mark took over and got us through Nashville and we made good time all day and decided to stop for the night in Cartersville, about 30 minutes out of Atlanta. Our plan was to either go through Atlanta at night or early morning.
We ate at a Shoney's which was OK but maybe a bit over-priced. We stayed at a Days Inn and after a brief struggle attempting to understand an Indian speaking English we got our room and rested.

This succulent little dish was probably 24, 982 calories but Mark and I decided to pamper ourselves after a long day. Shoney's had these dessert specials which was a caramel nut cake topped with vanilla ice cream. Yum, It was decadent but always mindful that kids are starving in China, or wherever they are starving these days, I ate it all.

It was a long day and had a blast with Mark. I slept well and up early for another relatively short day to St. Petersburg.

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