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| Traveling the road of America can be treacherous, like running into things on the highways. However, it also can be full of unexpected surprises. I had no intention of going to Atlanta, thought it was a bit out of my way. However due to an unexpected mishap, I had to have my car checked out. It was there that I was told, Ah! mame! yuk how I hate that word mame, Atlanta's only a few hours away. So, here I am and here's a few from Downtown Atlanta. |
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| Well, here's me, just practicing a little southern hospitality. Straight ahead is the Coke Pavilion, thirsty, then this is the place to go. You can drink, soft drinks that is, to your hearts content. Below my feet, is what is known as the "Underground". Like a mall, bunch a stores, usually fare. Nothing new!!! I am sure there is a history behind it, but commercialism has just wiped it clean. |
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| If you haven't guessed, this, as they claim, is the "Margaret Mitchell House". However, the term Margaret Mitchell House is a misconception. Actually, she resided a very small apartment in the rear of the house. It was here that she wrote one of the greatest novels, in my humble opinion, in American History. What inspired her to write this novel? Would you believe, a broken leg. While recuperating, she read a great deal. Her husband, making a comment, as husband do, told her "you read so much, why don't you write a novel", and the rest, my cyber friends, is history.
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The photo on the right is a view from the front yard of the house. So, what's the big deal about that. Nothing really, unless, like myself, you interest in reincarnation or metaphysics, then it could have some significance or just coincidence.
The arrow pointing to the left signifies a street. The story goes, Margaret and her husband where crossing the street on there way back or going to, forget which, a movie. On there way across the street, a cab, driven by an intoxicated drive, careened round the corner and hit Margaret and dragged her. Several days later, at the age of 39 she died. |
| So, what has the arrow on the left got to do with the arrow on the right you ask? Very Good Question, well here goes. After touring Margaret's apartment, I was feeling a bit famished, and in need of a refreshment. Across the street, in the direction of the right arrow, is a sports bar. While starting to cross the street, a car, careens around the corner and came close to hitting me. I as of yet, have not written the "Great American Novel" and probably never will, but my name is Margaret, De Ja Vous!!!
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