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Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

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A Pistol With One Shot

Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.

Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.

And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

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Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson

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REMEMBRANCE

When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks
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 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.

But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:

In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;

Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.

For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4

Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

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Wednesday
Nov302011

Two hundred fifty miles for a hamburger and a cannonball

To continue the saga of our recent Peach State peregrinations, on Friday evening TG, Erica, and I deliberated for some time over where to dine out.

We'd dined in the night before, quite spectacularly I might add.

(If you want the recipe for the delicious and ridiculously easy chicken parmesan we made, shoot me an email.)

Watching Guy Fieri roll out a year or so ago on the Food Network staple Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives (or Triple D as its fans say), I learned of a venerable Atlanta restaurant called The Colonnade.

I lived in Atlanta and never heard of the joint but they praised it so highly on DDD that I felt compelled to pay them my custom should the opportunity ever present itself.

So it was that, relaxing on Erica's sofa on Friday afternoon, I began doing some Internet research.

More to the point, I read several reviews of The Colonnade.

And the more I read, the nervouser I got, especially when I Google-Earthed its location and found it to be in a rather, ah, shall we say seedier location than I'd anticipated.

Plus which, there were several references to tired, outdated decor, to include much-stained carpeting, that put me off my feed.

I fear I shall never visit The Colonnade but I'm okay with it.

More dining-specific dithering ensued. Mammy's Shanty is long gone. One could always resort to Mary Mac's Tea Room but at that moment it struck me as such a bourgeois touristy choice.

I was not in the mood for pot likker anyway. But it's possible I made a mistake. We shall never know.

Because we finally settled on Houston's, a restaurant about which Erica had heard much from a friend.

It's near where Lenox Road intersects with Peachtree, in the immediate vicinity of Lenox Square and Phipps Plaza, two major Atlanta shopping destinations.

In the summer of '77 I worked at Pix Shoes, across the street from Lenox Square, to which I rode the bus each morning and ate crispy bacon, two eggs over medium, hash browns, hot buttered grits, and a jelly biscuit while occupying a booth at Walgreens, working the Jumble and slurping coffee as I munched, before heading over the way to sell jeweled sandals to blue-haired ladies.

Trivia: I was arranging size-ten soles in their cardboard coffins on a hot August afternoon when it was announced that Elvis had died.

We set out for Atlanta, passing Truett's along the way, where we ate the next night. Now as I done already tol' y'all, that was a winner. You basically cannot go wrong unless you're allergic to simple goodness.

At this point I could write ten paragraphs about how we became a trifle enmeshed in the fierce snarl of traffic that crawls like a million-head herd of beef critter over metropolitan Atlanta on any given evening, but in this case kicked up by it being a Friday and the Friday before Thanksgiving.

Then we sailed right past Houston's because it is a restaurant with the darkest, most ill-lit signage I believe I have ever seen. Like the Isla de Muerta, it can only be found by those who already know where it is.

Houston's, we have a problem.

And yes, we have eyes and yes, we had the address and certainly we can count and no, we do not have GPS.

What we have in lieu of GPS is TG. Step off.

Suffice it to say, a full ninety minutes after we left Erica's cozy cottage in McDonough, we were giving our names to the hostess at Houston's, we no longer have a problem because at last we found you.

Houston's is my kind of place. Dimly lit inside (just like outside), all exposed brick, a merry fire in the fireplace, lots of people, the buzz of happy diners, gleeful anticipation of a solid menu and splendid service.

Now this next part may not be appreciated by some but it fairly put the starch back in my somewhat-lagging spirits (I was hungry and the trek there had been arduous).

There was nowhere to sit down while we waited, so Erica and I were leaning against some of that gorgeous exposed brick. I moved aside for a moment and that's when Erica saw it.

It was a plaque proclaiming that the brick from which Houston's was built is recycled from Atlanta's once-great Loew's Grand Theater, which was gutted by fire in 1978.

That's where Gone With The Wind premiered on December 15, 1939.

So I stared at that brick and I thought, maybe Clark Gable or Vivien Leigh or Olivia DeHavilland or Laurence Olivier or Margaret Mitchell herself (Author! Author!) brushed up against this brick. Maybe one of them breathed on it. And I was just leaning against it.

And I was gobsmacked by that and forgot my hunger and forgot to even talk for about twenty-five seconds.

That may be a record.

Then we were seated and I was attempting to decide between a Thai Noodle Steak Salad and the Hickory Burger which featured Canadian Bacon, and I implored the waiter for help, and that's when he said it.

And I quote:

"That salad is good but we have the best burgers in town."

The best burgers in town? All of town? The entire town of Atlanta, Georgia?

Now, you may not know this about me but if I am not a bona fide burger aficionado, I am within a skinny pickle chip of being one.

My mouth began watering and I ordered the Hickory Burger. Erica got the same thing and TG got a burger too. As the waiter faded away we all sat back, sipped our soft drinks, and smiled smugly at one another.

At a mere fourteen dollars apiece we were about to savor the best burgers in Atlanta.

Except.

The burgers came and they were good. Earnestly good. But the best? Huh-uh, nope, not. Not even. Negative.

I've had a better burger at Five Guys.

But it was fun. The bricks were from the Loew's Grand. Don't forget that part. Ambience counts big.

Four hours after we'd left Erica's place, we got back to McDonough. Four hours for a good (but not great) fourteen-dollar hamburger accompanied by shoestring fries.

The view of Atlanta by night was breathtaking. Even with the eighty-five-million taillights.

Next day we set out for Thomaston, Georgia, an hour's drive south. We were going there because Erica Jean had done some Internet research of her own and determined that Thomaston is well known for its Mayberry-like atmosphere and the existence of no fewer than thirteen covered bridges that dot the surrounding countryside like wooden treasures.

Except.

When we got to Thomaston (seat of Upson County), there was nothing there.

I doubt we saw five human beings. Maybe one greasy spoon was open. The charm has departed.

TG talked to a few folks and was told there was exactly one covered bridge, ten miles and approximately fifty-nine million pine trees outside of town.

Except, one helpful person pointed that-a-way and the other helpful person pointed the other way.

And then there were no more people. Only a stately old courthouse already decked out for Christmas, many magnolia trees waxing emerald green against an overcast sky, and a veritable outdoor museum of war monuments.

And the cannonball.

Which I will have you know, purports -- engraved in stone, no less -- to be the first cannonball fired at Fort Sumter, Charleston Harbor, South Carolina, to begin the War Between the States on April 12, 1861.

Not the second cannonball, or the third. Not a relic of the first volley.

The first cannonball fired.

And yes, I touched it.

So~! Shall we recap?

Within 24 hours we drove two hundred fifty miles for a hamburger and a cannonball.

Of course, it was supposed to be the best hamburger and it was said to be the first cannonball.

When I told TG about the cannonball he smirked, pointed heavenward, and began chanting: We're Number One! We're Number One!

Yankee.

Meanwhile our cruise director, when she wasn't prancing gracefully around the Upson County Courthouse sipping her Beacon Drive-In tea poured over a cup of ice she'd paid a quarter for at the Ingles supermarket on the outskirts of town, was hanging her head in shame at the decidedly boring turn of events.

My advice to her: When you have out-of-town guests coming to visit, first think of taking them to places close to home. Like in her case, the McDonough town square, or nearby Heritage Park. Which I've heard of but never yet actually seen.

I'll see it next time.

If there's nothing close to home, ask the locals to tell you about worthwhile daytrip excursions.

Oh. Lest I forget, there was the one covered bridge.

Just the one! And we did see it.

More on that subject later this week.

Merry Christmas! Happy December!

Reader Comments (7)

What a wonderful time! As usual you captured a whole lot of beauty, and that includes Erica!
I fear that the Colonade is perhaps a dive!

November 30, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMari

Erica is a Doll! Love the photos of her!
NOOOOOOO!!!! It Burned??? I have ALL the official GWTW plates!!!Hahaaa...well, I do...Loved the book And the movie!
FOURTEEN DOLLAR HAMBURGERS???? Hit my head as I passed friggin' OUT!!!!
And Larry and I visited Fort Sumtner...What an incredible aire to the place...
hughugs
PS- I was giving an infant a polio vaccine when I heard that Elvis had passed...I think I cried louder than the baby did...
hughugs

November 30, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterDonna (Texas)

I sure do LOVE looking at all ur pics and reading what u've been up to! You have a Five Guys Burgers there? We have one here but I just thought it was a local thing. LOVE their food!

December 1, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterCrystal

Sorry the burgers were not as good as you anticipated, but the rest of the trip made up for it. Some great pictures and the cannon ball.

The summer I graduated from High School I worked as secretary at Shiloh National Military Park in Tennessee. What an interesting summer. Talk about cannon balls.

Part of the job was keeping track of the cemetery there (you would have been in heaven), who is buried where, what grave is available for a new resident, etc.

Also I got to go out with the park ranger when they did inventories on .... wait for it .... The canons and cannon balls.

What fun. I learned a lot too.

You would have been in cemetery / cannon ball heaven.

December 2, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterDebbie

Erica looks to be suitably abject. I, myself, would have been terrified to let down a Pirate in such a way. Time to say "Arrrrgh" and be done with it.

December 4, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSue the Hobbit

awesome pics girly!..ok I'm off to have a turkey salad!..((HUGS))

December 4, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAngel

Please come in the new year so I can make it all right! This was funny. I love you.

December 4, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterErica

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