Where IS everybody?

Houston's at noon on Saturday: no people

Peachtree at Piedmont : no cars

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Lunchtime traffic on Saturday: nonexistent

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When we got to Atlanta Thursday, it was like entering a ghost town. Nobody was there. Streets usually in gridlock traffic were empty, normally bustling restaurants felt abandoned, and we saw very few people Friday at the Emory cancer clinic. It was positively Twilight Zone-ish.

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Jimmy went through a full battery of tests, from ten o'clock Friday morning until after five that afternoon, and by the time we had finished, he was dead tired, and his back really hurt. Everything looks good though: except for having cancer, Jimmy's in perfect health.

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We're on track to start this program in earnest next Friday, so we came back to Valdosta today. And NOW we know why there's nobody in Atlanta: they are all on I-75, in the southbound lane. It was bumper to bumper, stop and go, all the way to the Vienna exit, where we finally gave up, and drove the rest of the way on US41.

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While still on the interstate, we counted cars from Ontario, which we quickly tired of. We also did quite a good job of singing along with the 50's and 60's stations on satellite radio. One of Jimmy's better efforts was a duet he did with Sam Cooke, singing "What A Wonderful World It Would Be". "Only the Lonely" was very nice, too. Jimmy did the Roy Orbison part with that one, and I got to do all the "dum dum dum dum dee doo wah"s. Later, by the time I had gotten half way through singing "Land of 1000 Dances" with Wilson Pickett, Jimmy had had all he could stand, and turned the radio off.