Letters: A meal he’d line up for in Savannah, Ga.

Regarding “Seduced by Savannah” by Julie L. Kessler in the March 13 Travel section: I was surprised to see Mrs. Wilkes Dining Room (107 W. Jones St., www.mrswilkes.com) left off the list of places to eat.

It’s open only for lunch, and you’ll have to wait in line for up to an hour, but there’s a reason for that. It’s that good. I think it was the only restaurant President Obama ate in when he visited Savannah several years ago.

It’s boarding-house style with all the Southern favorites, including fried chicken, meatloaf, mac and cheese, candied yams, okra, butter beans, collard greens and more.

My wife and I sure thought it was worth the wait, and we enjoyed it a lot more than the dinner we had at the Olde Pink House on the list.

Larry Bishop

Laguna Niguel

Fascinated by trains in Truckee, Calif.

Regarding “Both Downhill and Uptown” by Spencer Spellman, Feb. 28: My fondest memories of Truckee, Calif. (we went to Tahoe for 30 years), involved walking up and down the street across from the train station looking for knickknacks and souvenirs and a lunch that was interrupted by the passing of freight trains and passenger trains.

I was enchanted, as were my children and now my grandchildren, by the size and sounds of the trains. I was especially taken because I remember going to the small Indiana town of Knox and waiting for my dad to come from Chicago on the Nickel Plate High Speed Service, part of the New York, Chicago & St. Louis Railroad Co. It had steam and later diesel engines.

Michael L. Friedman

Rancho Palos Verdes

An emotional goodbye at the DMV office

My decision to obtain a California state ID, although a relatively routine process, did not come without a major emotional adjustment (“Seniors Headed Toward TSA: Your ID Needs,” On the Spot, March 6). After you turn 70, the state requires that you take the written test for your driver’s license renewal. Although I had stopped driving in 1994, I had been able to renew by mail until this year.

I stood in line to obtain the California ID: I don’t think the clerk will ever forget the sight of a senior suddenly bursting into copious tears. I suddenly realized that giving up my driver’s license seemed to me to be a far greater psychological and philosophical adjustment to being a senior than any I had faced.

Now that months have passed since that moment of mourning, I have used the ID easily for travel and encountered no problems. But each time I pull it out, I gaze longingly at my expired driver’s license that lies behind it in my wallet, a “souvenir” of my “youth” that I am loath to discard.

Ruth Kramer Ziony

Los Feliz

How about a separate immigration line for travelers with children?

I am constantly traveling internationally with my young children. I don’t understand why most countries do not have a separate line for families. I am in a 45-or-more-person line in immigration, and it has been a great challenge with an over-tired baby and toddler, having just been on a 10-hour flight.

It is an incredible burden for single mothers holding diaper bags and kids for that amount of time and incredibly stressful when your child realizes he or she needs to go to the toilet once deep in the line and having to leave and start all over.

It seems like a no-brainer. What am I missing?

Alex Bates

Los Angeles