But at a Cracker Barrel in Columbia, South Carolina Soraya and I found more than just comfort food. We found a deep and everlasting vigil of love. We met a Southern lady who had lunch every day at the same table where her husband had died of a heart attack three years prior.
Apparently he had real classic “grabber” and went down on to the floor gasping. I can only imagine what thoughts she has had over the years, while seated alone recalling her husband and his death at the very table she is eating at.
Next Stop – Ashville, North Carolina – A Hipster Oasis in the Smokey Mountains