“Where is Adrian?” my wife asked the man on the riding lawn mower. “Take 15 left. Go three miles.” “Thanks,” we said and drove off hoping that 15 was a road. God had brought us safely from Michigan and we trusted Him to lead us now. Thankfully, the next street was highway 15 so we turned left and drove three miles to Adrian.
Trying unsuccessfully for twenty minutes to find the street our daughter lived on we returned to the main intersection in the city, where 80 and 15 intersected.. My wife went in to a gas station for directions but no one knew where her street was.
I stopped for directions at the city hall and police station. As I approached, a young man opened the door far enough to stick his head out. Then he came all the way outside. Deliberately trying to keep me outside, he said “Can I help you.” What he meant was “Why are you bothering me?” A police sergeant and another man joined us but they talked among themselves as if I wasn’t there. Finally the police sergeant said no one knew where the street was. I pray my daughter never has an emergency if the police don’t even know where her street is. Then I thought it was probably some good old southern boys not wanting to be bothered by a dumb Yankee. At the post office a young woman told us exactly where the street was, only two miles away and the police didn’t know it! Welcome to southern hospitality.
Our daughter had moved to Georgia seven months earlier to take a position as youth pastor. This was our first visit. Her senior pastor and his wife, and her land lord and his wife joined us at Golden Coral for supper in Dublin, Georgia. After a delightful dinner we went to the Dublin Wal-Mart.
The next day we went to Vidalia looking for a place to have breakfast. We stopped at a restaurant called Dad’s. The Christian fish symbol on the door and the Trust in Jesus plaque above the cash register were encouraging. I ordered a country breakfast for less than six dollars. It consisted of three eggs, a piece of ham, two slices of toast, two biscuits and gravy, a bowl of grits, hash brown potatoes, and two cups of coffee.
My wife lives by the motto “Wal-Mart a day brings savings your way,” so we also went to the Vidalia Wal-Mart. Everywhere I looked two or three customers were just standing around socializing.
After breakfast we said good bye to our daughter. Forgetting to pick up some Vidalia onions or Georgia peaches we began our trip home. Lessons learned: If you need directions, stay away from the Adrian police. If you want a good breakfast, go to Dad’s restaurant. If you want friends, go to the Vidalia Wal-Mart. If you are there on Sunday go to the Soperton Trinity Assembly of God. The youth pastor is great.