I can be in Atlanta on Friday with all the “horn blowing” crazies and wake up on Saturday morning under a Toccoa sky. That’s now and who knows how long it will last. But the one thing I do know is that I love breakfast at BJ’s in Toccoa. In fact, I diet all week so I can eat breakfast here (fresh sausage, french toast, orange juice, and coffee) on Saturday morning and then drift down the street with friends to meet the local artists—some of whom I know really well.

BJ’s is a family run place where you see people you know and love. There have been times when I have moved from table to table talking and visiting. (smile)

Some people wish you would put your camera down.

And others try to ignore the fact that you have it at breakfast and that you are clicking photos of everything.