General Lafeyette welcomes travellers to his empty square.
Here are some impressions from my trip to Georgia, in no particular order:
- A dog running in mad circles at the extreme frontier of his invisible paddock as I run by along a country road.
- Completely empty town square.
- I enter an army surplus/sporting goods store looking for Gu for tomorrow’s long run:
Old timer, comes rushing over as soon as I enter the store. "May I help you?"
Me: "I’m looking for Gu."
Old Timer: [Quizzical look]
Me: "You know, energy gel, like PowerGel...a liquid version of power bars."
Old Timer: "What’s that?"
Me: "It’s a high-calorie energy source for endurance sports..."
Old Timer: "Like for diabetics?"
Younger guy in store: [shakes head]
Me: Thank you!
Old Timer: My wife’s diabetic...
- Sierra Nevada listed as an import in the local art/cafe.
- College campus without a soul. Granted, it’s a beautiful Saturday afternoon (70 degrees) but wow!
- I’m coughing up (and spitting out) the last remnants of that flu bug everyone had.
- Evidence of the draught everywhere. Not a green blade of anything. Granted, it is winter, but again...wow!
- Daffodils (the one exception)
- Many, many lakes, all with boat launches.
- Cloudless cobalt sky drops in to a Peter Max gradient to yellow at the horizon made of bare trees like a comb.
- Sitting by the lake in a relaxed (or is it expectant?) quiet. The New Yorker in me keeps waiting for something to happen. The reality is more likely to be a sigh, then sleep, followed by more of the same.
- For some reason, the town on the hill reminds me of Noto, Sicily.
- Everyone I meet has been to New York at least once.
- The Bible is on a quarter of the radio stations.
- The more beautiful the woman, the sooner church seems to arise in the conversation.
- Every bite of food had been delicious. Even at the airport.
- At one point, when I parked for lunch, I actually rolled all the windows down to air out my stuff while I took a walk. In New York, that would be the source of a thousand jokes...