After a breakfast of Pop Tarts, we abandoned Erin to her home office

and set sail for Savannah, Ga, so that I could view the architecture.

We quickly determined that we were no match for the sauna-like environment- although it brought to mind the suffocating heat and humidity of my childhood- and got back in the car to view gorgeous examples of Georgian:

and Victorian Italianate architecture.

We also observed this local running, sensibly shirtless:

By nightfall, we had reached exurban Atlanta, where we stopped to smell the roses

and enjoy some Karaoke

while visiting Joe,

who probably should not be trying to lose 10 lbs in 3 days.

The following day would bring more Pop Tarts, a visit to Mike’s Granny in the Florida Panhandle, and conclude in a New Orleans slum.