The culmination

I am not sleeping well. Something is wrong with my left lung. I wake up to many times and suffer trying to get back to sleep. I was up at 7:30 and eating biscuits and gravy by 8. I was back on the phone before 9, trying to call Purdue to buy tickets for the ND game. I tried for more than an hour and never talked to a live person. I am really irritated because I tried again just before closing when the tickets should have all been gone but still got the recording. We didn’t do anything until 11 and then went to the outdoor market on River Street. We also went to the Savannah Candy Kitchen for some candy and on to the Olympia, a Greek restaurant, for lunch. We had pistiticia or something like that. I liked it but guess what. We left there and waited more than half an hour for the shuttle that was to run every 20 minutes. We then rode to the Savannah Historical Museum and spent an hour looking around there. Savannah has a great war history. We caught the shuttle in the nick of time and rode back to the hotel to rest and refresh. The shuttle driver was downright nasty but got us back. We met at 5:50 to go to the Lady and Sons restaurant, owned by Paula Deen. We left from here earlier than I thought we should but went. We rode the shuttle close to the restaurant and walked the rest of the way. We were half an hour early but could go in early. We were entitled to a buffet. I didn’t think many of the things were too much better than last night’s. Not that either was bad but I thought the great Paula Deen would have better offerings. One thing that was really good and different was succotash that had some melted cream or cheese on it. They also served hoe cakes and garlic biscuits, southern bread stuffs. There were also four desserts: hot peach cobbler, banana pudding, sweet potato mush cake and a chocolate mush cake. Everything else was good but not outstanding. Of course, the more skilled, educated cook disagreed. We went from there to Paula’s store where Evelyn bought a cookbook. From there we went to the ghost tour conducted in a horse drawn carriage narrated by a young lady from Terra Haute. There were 10 of us in the carriage, 4 in the back seat. I was miserable most of the ride. The streets are not smooth, making it bumpy. We walked back to the hotel and made some plans for tomorrow. It might rain in the afternoon.