Ok, here's a little dollop of daily life. Just about every day lately, I've been taking the train to work. I get up around 5:30 and prep your bottles and sippy cups and walk down to the MARTA station.
I get off the train at Arts Center Station. (Arts Center and Midtown are both about the same distance from my office, and the walk from Arts Center is much steeper, but I have my choice of two pretty good Starbucks if I go that way; there's no coffee on the walk from Midtown station. And daddy needs his coffee.)
Anyway, the whole reason I think this story is even worth the telling is this victorian house on 15th street that's wedged between two high-rise office buildings and is across the street from the High Museum of Modern Art. It sits above the street on a stone foundation and carriage house, and it appears to be deserted. I don't know who owns it, but it would be pretty sweet to live here &endash; no commute!
This house would be a pretty good start to a description of Atlanta, which is a town where sprawl means 90% aggravation and 10% wonderful surprises. There are some photos below.
So after the house, it's coffee, then two blocks south on Peachtree to work. In the picture below of the orange and blue buildings, mine is the orange one.
