Tallahassee to Atlanta

We ended our stay in Tallahassee with a concert at Sue's aunt Jane's retirement community.  A collection of string instrument majors from Florida State University presented a series of classical works.  We entered the auditorium at 6:45 for the scheduled 7:00 p.m. concert. 

The first to arrive was the rhythm section.   Their distinctive clackety clack shuffle shuffle could be heard even before they could be seen.  Yes, the elderly group on walkers had arrived.  There were the alto walkers with missing rubber guides, the tenor walkers with new rubbers or skids and the bass walkers with their tennis ball feet.  Next to enter were the "woodwinds" with their gentle hummmmm, hummmm, hum.  These were Rascal scooter folks who raced through the hallways to arrive at the last minute for their aisle parking spots.

Finally, the real musicians showed up with their various string instruments.  We were treated to Brahms, Beethoven, Dvorak, Schubert and the soft snoring of a few retirees lulled to an unconscious state by the music and lateness (after 7 p.m.) of the evening.

The next day we drove to Atlanta for our three day stay with my cousins, Betty and Mario and my brother Rick.   I drove the first stretch out of Tallahassee in the northeast direction toward I-75.  Since we were leaving in the morning, Sue was sitting in the hot sun.  When we switched drivers we were heading due north.  As it was now in the afternoon, Sue was again sitting in the hot sun.  Sue also got to drive in the "lightly traveled" expressways in and around Atlanta.  Upon our arrival in Atlanta the quote from Sue was, "where is my vodka and cranberry?"  Sue is beginning to think I was clever enough to have planned her position in the car relative to the sun.  I had one thing to say to her, "who me?"

In Atlanta we went to a "pumpkin patch" which was but a church sale of pumpkins.  We also went to the Old Mill Park on the Chattahoochee River.  Our first night we also visited with Sheryl, Cody and Jose to complete the Atlanta family contingent.

Spillway at Old Mill Park

When we left Miami for our three week vacation, we packed four weeks worth of wine.  We are at the end of our first week and had to purchase more wine.  Wine consumption is very hard to plan.  Friday we will be heading toward Memphis with a stop-over in Tupelo, Mississippi.  No visit to the deep south would be complete without a visit to the birthplace of Elvis.