Fitzgerald is a small town where chickens run wild through the streets and parks. The Red Junglefowl has become the city's controversial mascot.
When I visit Fitzgerald I get to visit part of my childhood. Vacations that were spent at my grandparents house.
Meals that were consumed at my grandfather's restaurant, The Side Door (which is now an auto parts store).
Driving by the old Elks lodge which was the site of my parents' wedding reception over 48 years ago. The building is still used today for weekly bingo games.
No visit to Fitzgerald would be complete without visiting Keaton's grave at the old cemetery. Numerous headstones in the cemetery date back to the civil war.
Years ago when we took Mason to visit Keaton's headstone we showed him how to etch Keaton's name on a sheet of paper using a crayon. Mason had not forgotten and begged for a sheet of paper and a pencil while we were at the cemetery.
Next post, a special service in a small town church.
