So we're driving south on Hwy 75 and decide to spend Valentine's night in Macon. I've been working on my book, computer on my lap, all day---working on Joseph (husband of Mary). We get into downtown Macon and what do we see but an incredibly beautiful church: St. Joseph's Catholic Church. The front doors are locked so we slip around to the side and discover that we are in the middle of a Latin Mass, with no way of escape. So we sit through to the end. 
On the way out we inquire about in-town lodging, preferably an old hotel. Turns out the only one is very pricey---well over $200, they say. We stop by just to see what such a fancy place is like. The owner meets us at the door, thinking we are reserved guests. When she realizes we are poor folks coming through from Michigan, she offers us a room for $149. Hey, it's Valentine's Day, so here we are at the 1842 Inn--not the address but the year it was established! We've just enjoyed some wonderful
hors d'oeuvres and are headed for a walk around town.
