There is apparently no escaping this funky spring. Spent a weekend in what some call Hotlanta, which was more like Coolanta. Friday and Saturday, I found 60 (briefly), but I also found cool and windy (oh boy, just like home!), tornado warnings, and a spectacular thunderstorm.
My golf was so-so, the company exceptional. And on Easter morning, a bonus. Something I never get to see with my hours. Sunrise.
And here’s something we haven’t seen on a regular basis in Connecticut in a long time. Atlanta still has these funny looking things sticking up into the sky.
Cranes, right? Isn’t that what we used to call them back in the day? Yeah. Cranes.