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What I love about the Atlanta airport
If you’ve never been, you’re missing out. Traveling between terminals, you go underground. Rather than taking the train, walk, or better, stroll. It is like an underground museum. Right now, there is an Atlanta history project that is pretty sweet. Even better is a collection of urban photography between terminals D and C.
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Origin stories are overrated
I tell people they won’t get the origin when they ask. That isn’t the story they actually want. That jumbled mess of confusion and diminished dreams pierced by a stunning bit of clarity. That sounds like a grand story of adventure and it is always mundane, normal. The story equivalent of a ham sandwich.…
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Walking the beach
There is something small in the walk, barefoot along the shore; with crunching sand and waves lapping the hem of your jeans. Soaked, drying, sandy, brushed and prepared to return to socks then shoes, then pavement, feet planting and stepping in time to music produced by your phone.
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A Wellness Retreat
I’m on my way to CREDO, a clergy wellness retreat. I have a layover in Atlanta and was looking for breakfast. I found a little local grill. I ordered a simple breakfast sandwich. There was a mixup and someone else claimed mine. They invited me to take her (more expensive one). Look at that…
