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July 30th 2010    Tim Candler

    I have been to Atlanta in Georgia a number of times.   But I have never been to Atlanta in August.   

    My memory of this city consists primarily of wide roads, too many cars and concrete.  Glass buildings and those plantings that are fortunately ordained by city ordinance.   The line of trees, the reliable shrubs, the Crepe Myrtle, the planter with Holly, defiant annuals, the grass curb, the weed-eater.   And forests of mulch.

   I have never been to the center of Atlanta, and I don't want to ever have to go there, because I already know what it would look like.  I have seen perfect pictures of it in those magazines only ever found in hotel rooms.   And I have heard the expression "Lets go to the Starbucks" once too many times.

    I leave Sunday. 

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