tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post-55161827849272791642008-06-30T08:33:00.005-04:002008-06-30T08:51:54.624-04:002008-06-30T08:51:54.624-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SGjVUI5Fc-I/AAAAAAAABIQ/-OG9qPD6iCY/s1600-h/greenboots.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SGjVUI5Fc-I/AAAAAAAABIQ/-OG9qPD6iCY/s400/greenboots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217654710269735906" /></a><br />The best part of my trip was stopping for gas south of Macon, Ga. to fill up at one of those mega-stations off the interstate.  It was hopping with working people, big, bone-hard.  A woman was cleaning the pumps, and every time she bent over, the fellows would give a little hoot or whistle.  I said hello and asked her how long it would take me to get to Atlanta.  <div><br /></div><div>"Depends on how fast you're gonna drive."</div><div><br /></div><div>"I'm pretty much going to ball the jack," I said.  She just stared at me quizzically.  "I'm going to go pretty fast," I said.  I don't know if it was because she was young or if it was a cultural thing.  "About an hour, hour and a half," I offered.  </div><div><br /></div><div>"That'd be about it," she said.  "If I wasn't working, I'd go with you."</div><div><br /></div><div>"You think I'll have fun," I said.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Lordy, lordy, lordy, I sure 'nuff know I would."  </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SGjWBNY_ZJI/AAAAAAAABIY/CWN4w5gFLQk/s1600-h/waffles-and-chicken.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SGjWBNY_ZJI/AAAAAAAABIY/CWN4w5gFLQk/s400/waffles-and-chicken.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217655484571411602" /></a><br /></div><div>Atlanta isn't an easy town for visitors.  There is no center.  You must drive from place to place.  It is spread all over the county.  I stayed mid-town because I was told it was pretty alive.  I was just across from the Fox Theater.  I left my hotel room to wander about.  You have to wander far to see a little.  The first woman I met was wearing beautiful green boots and a blousey dress.  </div><div><br /></div><div>"You mind if I take a photograph of your boots?"  She was nice enough about it.  People were friendly, but I didn't see much.  </div><div><br /></div><div>My favorite place was the chicken and waffle bar on Peachtree Road.  Everything is called Peachtree--Drive, Circle, Place, Avenue, Boulevard, Street, etc.  I don't know why they'd do that.  </div>cafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.com3