"Playin' Catch-Up…"

Some random notes I couldn’t post last week due to the fact that I was wiped out, drawn, and quartered from moving/traveling.  Plus we have some connectivity issues such as we have no internet at out house yet; so we be Internet Connection Pirates, Mateys, plundering the unprotected networks from our neighbors…Arrrggghh.

During the last 24-hour period of our cross-country drive,

  • I had some great BBQ and some Sweet Potato Pie from a place that had a family living in the back room…
  • We drove through a thunder and lightning storm that was a nine on a ten scale…
  • I had Chicken biscuits for breakfast from Chick Fil-A…
  • I had a grocery clerk in Alabama tell me “Y’all come back…”
  • We crossed the Tallahatchee Bridge, although we saw nothing of a certain Billy Jo MacCallister, and whatever it was he was supposed to have tossed over the side.
  • We drove through Tupelo, Mississippi as we were listening to the soundtrack from “O Brother Where Art Thou.”  It just seemed to fit.

We are finally settling into our new home a bit.  The issues with the AC that I mentioned previously are resolved; our washer and dryer are installed; and cable/internet comes tomorrow.

Without the Boob Toob to distract us we have had some great family time and have enjoyed a couple of nights out.  Last night we went to Little Five Points, which is like Telegraph Avenue in Berkely in 1979, condensed into three blocks.  It really is a toilet, with cranksters, hipsters, yuppies, guppies and families all stepping over the same cigarette butts and sleeping homeless people; but it has some of the coolest shops, retro-clothing stores, and galleries around, as well as a bunch of restaurants.  We went to listen to a local band on the verge of making it, a group called The Constellations.  And even though I felt like the Den-Dad, standing with the hordes of hairy youngsters in the aisles of Criminal Records where they were performing, I did have a good time.  Even bought the CD.

Here are some observations from our first few days in town, in no particular order of relevance or importance:

In Atlanta you can:

  • Go to a package store and have the clerk tell you how he just helped pull a customer’s tooth, inside the store, that morning.   Now that’s what I call Customer Service…buy a bottle, get an extraction…
  • Run a yellow/red light at the last possible second, and think to yourself, “Oh My God, I just barely made that.”  You are feeling like you just risked certain death and are just getting over it, only to look in your rearview mirror and see three other cars behind you coming through the same light…
  • Depend on the fact that, at every restaurant, you will have to unroll your silverware from inside your napkin…
  • Get panhandled twice by the same guy (with two different sob stories) while you are filling your gas tank…
  • See trees covered with so much Kudzu they look like giant cartoon characters…
  • See up to three major local sports teams lose, all on the same night…
  • Have some of the best Fried Chicken of your life, from a Publix Supermarket Deli…
  • See people sitting outside at lunchtime in 90º heat, and 70% humidity, pretending like they’re enjoying it…
  • Eat ice cream from Morelli’s.  Salted Caramel is all I have to say about that…
  • Have a guy named Gargoyle come over and install the electrical for your new washer which you thought was a 110 volt, but is really 240…
  • Have a girl named Quanticia check your groceries at the Krogers…

It is really great to be back in an urban environment again; and I am willing to put up with a little funkiness, in favor of variety.  Local color abounds.

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