Thursday, January 19, 2006

No Place LIke Home

I just got home from Atlanta. I know I was only gone for one night, but it seemed much longer. Atlanta is a great city with great museums, galleries, book stores, and restaurants but the traffic is dreadful. I stayed in the Marriott Courtyard in the Executive Park last night. It's close to I-85 North. The drone of traffic was constant. Today when I mentioned it to someone at work who lives in Atlanta they said they no longer hear the traffic.
I live on a dead end road in Empire and a traffic jam here is my neighbor heading to work just as the paper lady is delivering the news.
I'm sure the people in Atlanta would be bored to tears living here, but you cannot get a better meal than I get each night. My wife is a master chef. In the spring, I can sit with the doors open listening to the birds and rarely hear a car pass and I can honestly say, I have never heard a horn blow unless it's someone trying to get my attention so they can wave. And in the mornings, I awake to the sound of crowing roosters instead of the drone of traffic. I know this might not be for everyone, but it's just right for me. There is no place like home.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Jason, we've been to North Carolina a few times and we've really enjoyed it. We have a friend that is a publisher of a small newspaper in North Carolina called the Mountain Times. We hope to visit him some time this year. His name is Tommy Wilson.


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