It was so hot yesterday in Atlanta that when I left work to return to my Chastain Park home I made a wrong turn and before I could say traffic jam ended up in the north Georgia Mountains.
I don’t know how you spell relief (Rolaids), but the cool air, green trees, the slower and simpler way of life all hit me like a late afternoon rain as I raced to a house full of computers, headphones, smart phones, the new Verizon MiFi (the hockey puck look-a-like that serves as instant Wi-Fi virtually everywhere) and of course, old reliable, the HDTV. Feeling right at home, I jumped in to check on that important email, review my stock portfolio (what goes up, must come down) and to settle in for the All-Star game only to rapidly come to my senses, grab a kid or two and hit the great outdoors for old-fashion basketball and soccer playing, sweat and exercise, in the late afternoon twilight.
As night descended and the air turned (somewhat) cooler, the crickets were out in force, harmonizing with the frogs and the other wild creatures into a symphony of sounds. All was good and the National league was leading (go Braves) as I headed to bed.
I have no newspapers this morning so I will spare you, my loyal reader(s) any profound comments on the news of the day. Also, I had to borrow this computer from a family member and patience is wearing thin. So while I am just a few miles from the start of the Appalachian Trail and fantasized (for a brief few seconds) about heading north, I must be back in the ATL later this morning, taking the heat inside and outside the office, living the dream. I am up for it. Talk soon.