Aargh, my Atlanta saga conties in a rat hole called Holiday Inn besides the airport. Delta Airlines cancelled the flight to Edinburgh last night and packed me here. I didn’t want this. 8 hours at the airport, no luggage, left me here. Nothing to do. The only positive signal was when I was able to convert a breakfast coupon to two cold Sam Adams bottles just before the midnight.
Before the mess, I completed A Man in Full. A great novel although the ending was a bit confusing. What the hell? It just stopped like out of blue. Well, today I need to find something new to read.
Yesterday I did my final exercise here. A run uphill Piedmont and around Piedmont park. Interestingly, just above Ponce de Leon a lot of houses are on sale. Like almost every other! According to Wolfe, Ponce is the dividing line between black and white Atlanta. Is this “the Atlanta way”? The white flight towards north goes on and on.