Usually I find myself on travels that ooze of curiosity. Anything thought-provoking along my route and I am all about pulling the car over to the side of the road to investigate. And there I was, as my brother and I drove through rural Georgia en-route to bigger and better things. We decided to make a brief side stop.

            “Wanna go to American Stonehenge?” My brother asked as we cruised along at seventy miles per hour.

            “What? Like, as in, a place in Georgia that looks like Stonehenge?” I replied, quizzically.

            “Pretty much. Kinda. I don't know...”

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