bits and pieces of memory, adventure, coincidence — and a little mystery.
I haven't been to Atlanta in years, and most of my memories associated with it are a little twisted by my (then) 14-year-old's filters and prejudices. I was there with my parents while my father was interviewing candidates for a new position in his company. I know I went with my mother to some little ladies' luncheon place named for one of the characters in Gone With the Wind. I think it was "Aunt Pitty-pat's Tea Room" or something similarly s … Read More