We have a rental car that guzzles gas. In fact it guzzles gas so quickly you'd think it was single handedly trying to restore America's dependence on imported oil. Faced with a flashing fuel warning light we pull off the Interstate and head to a gas station. Open 24/7 it says brightly. 'The Font' notices that there's a Denny's next door. ' Oh, how wonderful. Let's have breakfast ' . Angus thinks we should drive on but is overruled.
Denny's in Siloam, Georgia is not a formal place. The other patrons ( all male ) are wearing baseball caps, have cut the sleeves off their plaid shirts and are sporting a variety of tattoos. Some have trousers that extend below the knee. All have facial hair. We, on the way to a lunch in Charleston, are rather more formally dressed. In fact we're much more formally dressed. This may explain the sudden halt in the conversation as we enter.
After breakfast we head off to the store to buy a guide book on Georgia. The lady behind the counter points to a dark corner and says ''All the books we got over there". The books turn out to be a varied collection of faux leather covered Study Bibles and an intriguing and much thumbed paperback entitled " Dealing with Satans mischief ".
The shop also sells a wide range of t-shirts and caps. These laud the advantages of gun ownership. ' Y'awl have a good day' says the lady behind the cash register who, now we're leaving, seems to have warmed to us.