Cumming, GA-Americus, GA 11/2 180 driving miles; 6.6 driving miles

Nice morning at the KirkShannon Luxury Suites. Eggs over, Semel and Cheese, good coffee, good conversation, and most importantly, great technical assistance from Shannon, who (As is her nature) went the extra mile to test drive my phone (To make sure it was talking) after she installed the Waze app. I was tempted to move in (Maybe as a housekeeper/nanny/driver) except that Karen was glad to have a ride to the airport. Waze guided us through the thick and slick traffic of Atlanta. Gratefully, we managed just fine. We popped Miss Karen out of the car at the airport like a steaming hot Semel just out of the oven. Ed, who has been demoted to Bellhop, helped her with her bag. We said our good byes and before we knew it, Ed and I were driving nearly alone on the back roads of Central Georgia. The traffic was so light, if we'd have wanted to, we could have stopped mid-road for a full scented breath of Georgia pine, or maybe we could have grabbed a fistful of blood red Georgia clay. Once again, the contrast was stunning. FDR's museum at the Little White House was a worthy stop. Would that a leader of his stature would rise to guide our country today. As it was, we learned some new things, or maybe relearned. In any case, among other things. and along with bringing hope to the country, he brought electricity to rural America. The simplicity of his home in Warm Springs is a tangible statement of his connection with common folk. Given his advantaged birth, Roosevelt's record for improving the plight of all Americans stands as a model political leaders should aspire to. Warm Springs is a one stoplight town, so we made ourselves down stream to Americus, GA, gateway to Andersonville Prison and Jimmy Carter's home in Plains. We took time to do laundry at a local spot, and while the locals were none too friendly, no one was actually hostile. They were probably just mind boggled to see two old white guys driving a car from Jersey.  The good news is the rain is letting up, and, Lord willing, we'll be in the Florida sunshine by the end of the week. Having enjoyed a wonderful stop in Atlanta, I once again can report that life is good, especially today.

 Kali Franz: doing homework late Sunday night after a one day 700 mile round trip (Thanks, Mom) to Savannah for a soccer game. I want this kid in my class, but wait I don't have a class: too bad for me.

 Selfie of the day: FDR's coupe.

FDR's towncar. Despite polio, FDR drove himself using hand controls of his own design.

Settle in for the "Fireside Chat".

FDR brought hope to the hearts, minds, and souls of Americans.

A forty-eight flag of pathway of the states leads visitors to the Little Whitehouse.

The Little Whitehouse compound: one bedroom guesthouse, servant's quarters,   six room mainhouse, four marine sentry posts, and a basement (We didn't get to see).

The dining room. Eight people would be crowded.

The living room. Same space as the dining room.

FDR's bedroom.

His chair, though never let it be said that his infirmity ever hindered him.

Roof top table, no seating, outside the laundrymat. Back to thin gruel from the Food Lion.