Apr. 21 We stayed last night in Savannah, GA.; which was recently voted (by me) one of the best cities in America, principally on the strength of the fact that exit 94 off of the highway has BOTH a Cracker Barrell for Sunday night chicken dinner AND a Perkins for Monday morning breakfast. (For the uninitiated, Perkins has the best pancakes in America. I won't even entertain any debate on that.) When I was paying the bill in the Cracker Barrell last night, I mentioned we were traveling, and the manager asked from where? When I said New Jersey, he commented that we were a long way from home. I said we were in our RV, and he asked "Will you be staying over with us tonight?" (Cracker Barrell permits RV's to park in the lot overnight.) I replied that we would. He smiled and said "Our only requirement is that you join us again for breakfast in the morning." I assured him that we would, knowing full well that Perkins pancakes were available not more than a half a mile away. When you're on the road, a certain outlaw mentality takes over. It just does.