Chamblee54

PG was trying to learn how to use a drawing program. Then he got to…”The text, stored as a text object, needs to be converted to a path object for editing. This process is not reversible and the text will lose its memory of being text.” It was time to get out of the house.
It was the second sunday of march, and spring was fixin to break out in Georgia. PG and Uzi had planned to go down to Piedmont Park, and it was now or…later. The slack lifestyle gets out of hand. Ok, put your shoes on, and meet by the Target.
Uzi had a detour on the way downtown. There was a furniture store across from Target called “the dump”. Bette Davis is not involved. The idea is to call it a discount store, and then charge high prices regardless. Uzi saw what he needed to see, and the pair moved on.
Turning onto the parking street, there were lots of lots of cars. Suddenly, an SUV moved out of a prime spot. PG turned around, and took over the spot. Clean living has subtle rewards.
The attaction in the park was a “play in the park” event, with jugglers, gymnasts, and other assorted fun seekers. After a sunny walk around the top of the playing fields, PG followed the drum circle beat to the activities. (did that bastard take a picture of me?) It was fun to stand and watch.
After a while, it was time for dinner. Uzi wanted to go to the Colonade. He assured PG that it would only be a couple of dollars more expensive that Piccadilly. It turned out to be more like double the cost, even when you order water. PG got a chicken steak, which covered his plate, and was fine.
In the checkout line, the discussion turned to venerable restaurants in town. PG said something about Pilgreens, mentioned that he never ate there, and saw the jaw drop on the checkout lady. It turns out that Pilgreens burned to the ground years ago, and was never rebuilt.