I was aimlessly driving from Atlanta to Savannah on small state roads in hopes of finding something unexpected. BBQ was certainly on my mind and I could picture the exact type of spot I wanted to run into but wasn’t sure how to locate it. At first I thought I could end up driving through endless nothing without ever seeing the things I imagined were magically going to appear. Then came Jackson and a place called Fresh Air Bar-B-Que. This truck was in the yard, the stew was amazing, all according to plan.