The story goes something like this. Jimmy Carter, then Governor of the state of Georgia, spent an evening imbibing at Pinkie Master’s, a local dive bar, that to this day, holds a piece of presidential history. The humble peanut farmer, allegedly—to those present to tell the story—stood upon a section of bar top and announced his bid for presidency. In 1976, he would become president-elect. The folklore around the bar stands today. As much a beloved watering hole for local politicians then as it is now, a plaque sits ingrained in the spot where he supposedly stood. In 1978, two years after he took office, Carter returned to pay homage to the bars recently deceased owner and friend, Pinkie Masterpole.