Atlanta is blessed with a rich and colorful array of street characters — many of whom would make great action figures — that keep the rest of us working stiffs on our toes, be it Bicycle Shorts Man, Baton Bob, the Urban Cowboy, Ronnie (even though he cut off that one gigantic pancake dreadlock, or maybe it fell off), the guy with all the dogs wearing the sunglasses, or the creepy Silence of the Lambs guy who shows up at any and all public gatherings in Virginia-Highland or Little Five Points, dancing in a grass skirt and wielding a Shake Weight. They're the ones who make a day in the life in the South's most non-pedestrian-friendly city exciting and surreal. They walked these mean streets long before your corporate job relocated you to Alpharetta and they'll be here long after you get transferred to wherever it is you're going.
Putting a little thought behind the Thank You
'I think of all the people that I've helped, and now someone's helping me.'
Lawd, please stop advertising the hostel. It's a sacred space.
one addendum: take the golden isles highway to brunswick rather than I-16. it's like going…
How is the stupid rap "music" version of The Great Gatsy supposed to be classy?
Absolutely fabulous. My summer is planned.
Dahlonega is a great little town!