Reflections on the South: Atlanta

Dear Alison,
Now that I am aware that this blogger thing is working, I will keep our pact.

Atlanta: The ATL was very humid. I can stand humid, the heat in Cleveland, sometimes referred to as CLE or C-Town and such amusing names can often times be humid because of our wondrous and beauteous Lake Eire which traps warmth in its semi-polluted waters. They look clean, but I know the truth. When it is hot here, for some reason, I always think of that passage in To Kill a Mockingbird where Lee writes about the heat Maycomb that made people's shirts stick to their skin by mid-morning and ladies take shows three times a day or something like that, I can't remember the words exactly. The humidity in your fair southern city, though, reminded me of the heat of Italy in June. It is a sort of intense clasping sensation which drives the energy from you until you are able to return to the safe harbor or the nearest air-conditioned building. Well, not quite as bad as all that. Luckily coke isn't like $10 a bottle in Atlanta like it is in my ancestors homeland.
After you left, my mom and I had dinner with your parents at was it Murry's or Murphy's? The food was very good. I apparently got the same thing you had gotten the last time you were there. Good taste my friend. We had some very pleasant conversations. Then I bid Adieu to your family; your little brother loathes me I think, and David is indifferent to my existence. I need to go cry about this now for a moment- I am recomposed. We stayed in Atlanta until Tuesday. You will remember that you left Sunday, so therefore that leaves Monday to be discussed. In the morning, ehem, early afternoon, I got my hair cut at the Omni Hotel, in the CNN center building. I walked through the park to get there. There were children playing in your very clean filtered water fountains. It was charming. They guy took tons of my hair off. I didn't say anything. I am a pushover, you need to cure me of that. It looked good though when he was done, just a little shorter than I would have liked, like three inches shorter. Later that day, my mom and I took a tour of your fair city via car narrated by some man that was physical therapist for your hockey team, you have a hockey team?, during his former life. He had recently been to the Emirates, I think he was really a spy. Not really, but doesn't that make the story more interesting. We saw some of the homes in Buckhead and the intersection where Mitchell was killed. Basically, he told me all the stuff you told be, and then he wanted money. I could have given pretty much the same tour to my mother. Or I could have given you all of the Alana series and we could have called it even, had you been there. Then we went to Savannah on Tuesday. We spent a huge amount of time at Budget on Tuesday morning, where we rented a car because there was some guy at the Airport budget that didn't do his job correctly which cost us like 4 hours of our lives as well as the downtown office's two very nice employees. We had lunch at a restaurant that looked charming two blocks away from Budget while they tried to straighten things out. It was not charming. I had crab cakes, they were edible. I had sweet tea, it was far to sweet. Your mother's is perfect. We acquired our rental Prius, which gets fifty miles to a gallon and you can fill up for $20. Then we drove south to Savannah.