Dinner and a Wallet

I’m rested and ready to go.  The nine riding hours yesterday weren’t too bad.  After about six or seven hours, my feet were killing me.  I changed socks and they felt much better.

 Jesup GA has a quaint center of town.

I was headed to breakfast and the grocery.  To my surprise, Jesup GA has bike lane.

Riding through the countryside to Reidsville GA.

The sign on the fence read “Joyce McArthur c. 1890”.

The Georgia State Prison Cemetery.  The monument reads in part “The first internment was December 20, 1937.  The state provides a Christian burial for all deceased inmates for whom private or family burial arrangements are not available.”

I expected this sort of thing.  When I turned to leave, this took my breath away.

 Here's the Georgia State Prision and the guards' houses.  Mrs. Spike is a retired lieutenant from the prision.

I had in mind to stop and take a photo of me and the trike in front of the prision, but at the time I didn't think it was a good idea.  Needless to stay the is a B&B in Georgia where I'd rather not stay.

About five miles from Reidsville (and five hours from Jesup), I found that I had lost my wallet.  This was a crisis for me.  Without an ID or a credit card, I can’t stay or go anywhere.

I was out in the country and I didn’t have cell service.  I flagged down a car and the lady let me borrow her phone to leave a message for Anne.  It turned out that I had left it at a gas station in Jesup and the clerk was calling Anne to let her know he had my wallet.

A few miles later, I had cell service and was able to talk with Anne.  So far, so good, but there was no way I could bike back in time.  My only idea was to press on and try to find someone to drive me back.

I made it to the Nelson House B&B.  Roger said it was fine for me to leave my trike in the carport.  I went looking for a good Samaritan.  I was riding around town following my nose.  I spotted a couple of young men at the Huddle House who seemed OK.  I went in to check it out.

There were three wonderful ladies having their afternoon coffee.  I immediately sat down and said “You ladies look like respectable people.  I’m in a terrible fix.”  I went on to explain my situation and asked if they knew someone who could help.

Mrs. Kennedy and Mrs. Spike graciously offered to take me to Jesup for my wallet.  We all had a wonderful Sunday drive and I retrieved my wallet.

Roger explained later that I just happened to chance upon the ladies were the center of society in Reidsville.  They meet for coffee at the Huddle House every afternoon.

I’m going to try to have the florist send flowers to them at the Huddle House tomorrow after Mrs. Kennedy gets back from seeing her doctor in Savannah.  (That bit is something Roger knew.  It’s a small town.)

Here’s to Dinner and a Wallet.