Atlanta Musings

I’m back from my trip to Atlanta and that in itself deserves a post somehow (down there for my grandpa’s funeral)


Evidently Atlanta has the second worse traffic in the nation right behind good old LA. It’s true that Minneapolis has a piece of its most important roadway at the bottom of the Mississippi River (well they have cleaned up, actually), diverting hundreds of thousands of vehicles to a small highway, but we suffer nothing comparable to the absurd contraption of what they call a highway system in Georgia’s largest city. Imagine the 694/494 interchanges plugged up for miles with traffic trying to AVOID the cities and you will have an idea of how ridiculous it is. My relatives tell me you “just get used to it” and become willing to sit in a hot car for an hour to go 10 miles. They most certainly are stout in heart.


I don’t know the name of the town my aunt and uncle lived in, but driving through the maze of forest to get there reveals a housing landscape that is not unlike south Minneapolis. What I mean is, you can pass through one neighborhood of enviable homes of upper middle class landowners, and the next minute pass through one with where yards are littered with trash complete with a home missing its windows and an old car sitting on blocks. The cognitive dissonance is similar to that experienced when you notice the difference in property value on Park Ave vs. Chicago Ave here in Minneapolis.


I had no idea that the Appalachian Mountains extended into Georgia. Cool. I also heard that the border between Tennessee and Georgia is wrong, and that Chattanooga is supposed to be within Georgia’s limits. I was going to say “not cool” but I don’t think it really matters that much to me. Oh well.


National cemeteries are kept up well, and they make a concerted effort to identify a fallen troop’s religion. Most of them have generic crosses on the top of the headstones, but every now and then you see the emblem of the United Methodists carved into one. I suppose Methodism is a different religion from traditional Christianity these days, so I can roll with that.


Most headstones say “Devoted Husband” and “Loving Father.” You know: for all the pursuit of PhDs and graduate degrees–the hubbub about traveling the world over and experiencing new things–making lots of money and owning a nice home–the only thing that really seems to matter to people when you are dead is how you treated your family. Puts things in a lot of perspective if you ask me. Thanked God for mom and dad.


Listening to CNN while waiting in the airport to board a plane has to be one of the levels of hell one will experience in eternal punishment. Serioulsy, could they not beat every piece of news to death with endless speculation, ignorant talking-heads, banal analysis, and repeating the same sound clip 13 times over?


5 thoughts on “Atlanta Musings

  1. Chad says:

    Listening to CNN while waiting in the airport to board a plane has to be one of the levels of hell one will experience in eternal punishment.

    That is so true!

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