|HI, I'm back. I did not take the digital camera so pictures
will be posted later this week. Bob not only got the scanner working while
I was gone but the color printer too! What a good man he is. On the
roll I am dropping off at the drugstore today are also the pictures from
the previous weekend trip to Easley.
Now for the part you have all been waiting for. They don't call it Hot-lanta
for nothing let me tell you. It was hot and humid as I knew it would be.
But I digress from the story.
The ride down was perfect. I left around noon to give me plenty of time
for an easy drive and stop off in Aiken, SC for the home visit. Lovely
couple, they have two smooth coat BC's and want to get a couple of more.
They live in a secluded neighborhood at the end of the city limits with a
lot of land and places to bike ride. I made to their house right at 4:00
as I predicted. After a brief visit I hopped back on I-20 for a quick
twenty mile drive across the SC/GA state line and stopped in Augusta for
dinner and gas. I actually rode by the backside of the famous golf course.
I chose Barrabas to eat dinner and a good choice it was. Grilled lamb
chops, potato wedges and broccoli with delicious bread. Tea to drink since
I was driving. I left Augusta sometime after six with plenty of time to
get into Atlanta. Unfortunately road construction prevented me from
getting off at the I-285 bypass and I had to drive on into Atlanta to get
on I-85 to get to the airport. I was listening to the race from Daytona on
the radio and felt like I was right there with them as I was driving on
the interstate with cars whizzing past on both sides doing well over 80
while darting from lane to lane while I was trying to find my lane to get
I arrived at the airport around 9:00, parked in the lot and made my way
into the terminal. As you all know, I do not fly so negotiating an airport
terminal as large as Atlanta International was an experience. I popped
into a sports bar briefly to check to see who was leading the race than
started the long trek to the find the gate where Marcia
would be arriving.
After going through security I negotiated several escalators, walked
several blocks, and finally arrived at D1 at the end of that wing of the
terminal about ten minutes before she was scheduled to touchdown. It turns
out the plane was ten minutes late which was not bad at all. We recognized
each other instantly from our wonderful pictures posted on our web pages
and did all the greeting rituals. Afterward we backtracked my
journey to the luggage claim area where I entered the terminal. It
look an entire hour from time Marcia walked into the terminal until we got
her luggage and left for the car. It was about a twenty-five or thirty minute
drive from the airport back North of Atlanta to the hotel. We arrived hot
and sweaty well before midnight, parked the car in the hotel parking deck
and found our room.
Very nice suite. We unpacked and sat up talking for a while. Finally off
to sleep around 1:30. Marcia left a wakeup call for 8 the next morning. We
showered and dressed and made our way down to the lobby for a very nice
continental breakfast. I had a bagel and a doughnut with juice. We then
set out for the nearby MARTA station based on the directions from the girl
at the front desk. After going up and back down the wrong set of stairs we
then found the correct ones and walked the several blocks across a
shopping center parking lot to the MARTA station located under a parking
It was not very crowded as we rode in. We got off at the Five Points
stop, which is basically the center of downtown. We walked four blocks to
Olympic park where we took turns taking pictures of each other. Very nice
park with some interesting waterfalls. We popped into a nearby
refreshment stand to get some water and directions from a very nice young
policeman on how to negotiate our way to the Coca Cola Museum.
It was hot and steamy by the time we got to the Museum. We shopped in
the souvenir shop for a while and then walked across the street to enter the
Underground. Atlanta Underground is pretty cool, lots of shops and
restaurants to stroll in and out of as you walk along the
"street". In the middle of the street are vendor carts selling
One of the carts sold teddy bears who were not stuffed. You picked out
your favorite and then stuffed it yourself. Atop the cart was a little
teddy bear turning a crank that blew out the stuffing. After I chose my
bear I went around the other side of the cart and pressed a pedal as the
lady filled the skin and my bear came alive. Marcia has pictures of the
process and I took one of the bear turning the crank if it took. I then
chose a felt heart for my bear, made a wish, and he was stitched up
right there before my eyes. I chose a blue ribbon and he was placed in his
own "cradle looking box" with his birth certificate. I bought
him for Bob. Bob gets to name him.
I think as of last night he had chosen Ursa Major and we will nick name
him Major. Here's a picture of Lenore meeting Major.
Marcia bought a t-shirt and some other stuff I will let her tell you
about. We finished up the Underground and decided to go back out to the
hotel and Perimeter Center Mall via MARTA. First we ate lunch so I could
be fortified for the Marcia shopping expedition. A very successful one I
might add. I did buy a new Stevie Nicks CD but needed to leave my hands
free to help Marcia carry some of her packages.
We finished up our shopping and proceeded to try to find the other
shopping center we crossed to get to the MARTA station. However, the Mall
stop and the hotel stop are two different places. After asking several
people where the Starbucks Cafe was and getting totally blank stares we
realized something was wrong. We finally stopped at the catalog department
of J C Penny to borrow a phone book while Marcia got out her phone to call
the hotel and find out where the hell we were. The hotel sent their
shuttled bus over to the Mall to pick us up and we arrived back at the
hotel again hot and sweaty around 3:30.
After leaving dinner and taxi reservation requests with the front desk
we headed up to the room. Marcia took a quick nap while I read the paper
and watched the golf match. Then, I took another shower to dress for
dinner. The taxi took us back downtown to Pittypat's
Porch for a wonderful meal. We both ate the mixed grill of chicken,
pork, and steak in a wonderful wine/mustard sauce served over rice with
bread and salad bar and a couple of glasses of wine.
After dinner we walked back to the same MARTA station we departed from
that morning. Poor Marcia. That morning we had to go up an escalator from
the MARTA to the street that was almost at a fifty degree angle and
probably three or four stories high. Well, we had to go back down that
same escalator to get to the Marta. I have a picture if it comes out. She held
on my arm so hard I lost most of the circulation and I am sure her
fingernail imprints could be found on the railing on her side. I am
exaggerating a bit. I was very steep and she handled it very well.
We sat in the bar area of the hotel and had another couple of glasses
of wine before heading up to the room to get ready for bed. Marcia was up
early the next morning when the 7 am wake up call woke me up. We went down
for breakfast and then came back up to get my things and head for the car.
I dropped her off at her office building and I took off north for home.
Just so happens the I-285 exit I needed was just around the corner and
already being north of Atlanta I did not have much in the way of rush hour
traffic going my way. I was quickly onto I-85, making a quick bathroom
stop at the GA/SC line before making it to Spartanburg by noon. I stopped
at a Fatz Cafe for lunch and got gas before hitting the road home,
arriving right around 4:00. We ordered Chinese take out for dinner. I spent
most of the evening catching up on mail and then watched the end of the
race that Bob had taped for me. How nice that Dale Jr. won the race where
his father was killed back in February.
Off to bed around ten, I fell asleep pretty quickly. Gym this morning
than I need to mow the grass this afternoon. I may vacuum the floors just
to get the dog hair and stuff up but Bob kept the house pretty neat while
I was gone.