On an incredible trip to Georgia visiting family and friends, I was brought to a trucker bar called “Southern Comfort” on karaoke night. When I say trucker bar, I mean that I saw actual trucks in the parking lot….
I’m from Connecticut. I felt like I was at a museum of men and women with really long hair. It was a night of secondhand smoke, fried okra, ridiculous dancing, and laughing so hard I cried. And, this.