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Lately PG and Uzi have missed a bunch of Sunday afternoons. Either someone is doing something, or it is raining, or it is too hot, or someone falls asleep watching tv and doesn’t wake up until dinnertime. Today was a return to normalcy.
Since it looked like possible rain, the first idea was to go to Little Five Points. If rain comes, you can hang out inside somewhere. You need to park the vehicle first. All the side streets have signs saying that parking is for residents only. The Carter Center was next. Jimmy said it was ok to park there.
Uzi decided he wanted to walk up North Highland Avenue towards the Plaza. Manuel’s was still open, with the threatened construction not yet begun. The buildings behind Druid Hills Baptist Church were not so lucky. About this time the rain clouds were going away, and the sun was out. It got hot. This is Georgia, and it gets hot in July.
Before long it was back in the vehicle, and dinner negotiations started. PG was driving toward the Piccadilly on Howell Mill Road. Uzi mentioned a buffet he knew. It was off I85, south of I285. PG was up for an adventure. Any concerns about Uzi’s directions were tactfully overlooked.
The freeway was crowded with people trying to get on I20. Once you got south of that, it was clear sailing to the airport. Uzi said to get off the freeway at Riverdale Road. PG drove down for a little while, and Uzi said that this was the wrong road. PG took a wrong turn, or two, and found himself in the middle of the airport. Finally, a freeway entrance appeared, and PG turned onto I85 south.
Uzi said to exit onto Old National. Once again, this was not the correct exit. PG went down a few roads, while Uzi tried to get directions on his smart phone. PG pulled into a gas station, and stopped. Uzi played with the smart phone. PG tried not to think about the iron bars on the gas station windows. Finally, Uzi got directions. The route was backtracked. PG went south on I85.
The magic phone said to get off at exit 66. Even though the phone said to turn right, Uzi said to turn left. The buffet was a recovering Shoney’s. It was open on Sunday.
The cashier lady asked you to look at the buffet before you paid for your meal. There were signs asking you not to waste food. The vittles were better than most buffets. PG ate more than he should, got on I285, and was not run over by the crazy drivers.