June 11, 2010

trafficjam OK, I’ll admit it, and I’m not ashamed to do so: I am no fan of Atlanta. Sure, my company headquarters are located here, my brother Dave lives here, but if neither were the case you’d never see me here. Ever.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about the people of Atlanta, y’all. They seem nice enough. But it’s the city in general I’m talking about that seems to be missing something. Is it a soul? An identity? It’s not the traffic, I’ll tell you, there’s plenty of that!! But think about it: say Atlanta and what comes to mind? Besides being a big city and the capitol of Georgia. And William Tecumseh Sherman.

For one thing, it’s not really the South (or at least, my idea of the South like the Deep South). Well, yes, it is the South, but to me Georgia + South = Savannah, not Atlanta.

I’m just trying to figure out what the identity of this city really is. I mean, maybe it’s just that I haven’t spent enough time exploring the area. I mean, I fly into the airport, take the North Springs MARTA train to the Dunwoody section of town (the one good thing I’ll compliment Atlanta on in this post – it’s very efficient and the $4.50 round trip sure beats having to take a cab or van service), work a few days, then head back to the train and then to the airport where I find my flight back to Phoenix is delayed. Because every flight out of Atlanta is delayed. Except for those times when thunderstorms are in the area, like every afternoon between April and November 30, when every flight is either cancelled or delayed. Or when ice storms hit in December through February, when every flight is first cancelled, then delayed.

And why is that? Is there that many people who come to Atlanta to see and experience Atlanta? If so, I just don’t get it. To me, it’s more like the Northeast except for the longer summers and shorter winters.

Sports teams? Yeah, Atlanta has the Braves, the Hawks and the Falcons, but does anyone really care about them?

Food? What’s the big attraction in Atlanta? Nothing, it’s just home to every restaurant chain in existence.

What is Atlanta known for? Urban sprawl and traffic. Lots and lots and lots and lots of traffic. To me, the only thing that comes close to Atlanta in terms of sprawl and traffic is Southern California, another of my least favorite places. Here in Atlanta the traffic congestion is everywhere. It’s bizarre: I see the traffic copters hovering about, but what are they going to say? It’s a freakin’ mess down there! And it always is, Monday-Friday every week, every year. Oh, except the holiday season, where instead of just horrendous the traffic congestion turns to beyond horrendous.

Yep. I guess I’m ready to leave. I just wonder how long my flight tomorrow afternoon will be delayed.

Pool temp: 91 degrees

Filed in: Uncategorized by The Great White Shank at 01:06 | Comments (7)
  1. Yeah, Atlanta and New Orleans are rivals on just about everything … sports, business conventions, population, etc.

    Atlanta doesn’t have an ounce of New Orleans character, not an ounce. Atlanta is one of the most, if not THE most, sterile cities in America.

    Comment by Rob — June 11, 2010 @ 6:48 am

  2. Atlanta may not be for everyone, that’s fine, go home! Atlanta is my home and where I hang my heart. As for New Orleans…wasn’t too impressed myself…seems like a dirty big city crawling with perverts and rats. So if that’s what you prefer for character then so be it.

    Comment by Summers — June 11, 2010 @ 10:22 am

  3. Atlanta got “sterilized” when it was burned to the ground in the Civil war.

    Comment by Jana — June 13, 2010 @ 5:36 am

  4. I would bet very little of 2010 Atalanta is descended from 1865 Atlanta, Jana. My feeling is that 2010 Atlanta is mostly comprised of transplants like my sister and GWS’s brother. Atlanta is the city with a plastic covering over its couch.

    Comment by Rob — June 13, 2010 @ 6:11 am

  5. Compared to Atlanta, Louisville is Paris.

    I’ve enjoyed these comments a lot.

    Comment by The Great White Shank — June 13, 2010 @ 8:22 am

  6. Summers, thanks for visiting in, sorry the posting of your comment was delayed, I have to approve all new commenters first. 🙂 Don’t be a stranger with your comments.

    Of course, everyone has (or at least ought to) have a place they call home, and every place has its pros and cons.

    In fact, I was speaking to a nice lady on the MARTA back to the airport who was taking her daughter to the Georgia Aquarium; she said I should take both it and the area around it before I go dissing Atlanta again. I promised her I would for purely journalistic purposes.

    BTW, my flight to Boston was delayed for an hour due to congestion. At least the airport never fails to live down to my expectations!

    Comment by The Great White Shank — June 13, 2010 @ 8:41 am

  7. My Dad moved us down to Dunwoody when he took a logistics job there 1972-74. I liked the north ‘burbs, though the city proper was a bit of a scary place at that time. I don’t know if it was the actual murder capital of the US, but it was at least a strong contender.

    The part of Dunwoody we lived in had housing that was maybe two or three years old. I bet 3/4 of the neighborhood was transplanted northerners too.

    Like I said, I liked it there as a kid, but went back a number of times for business 1998-2005. As long as I could stick around the airport area it was fine. A customer visit outside that area always made me cringe though.

    Rob-The plastic covering comment made me laugh. the neighbor across the street kept their living room furniture covered in plastic. I never understood the point of furniture that no one EVER used. Seemed like a waste to me, and come to think of it, it still does.

    Comment by Dave E. — June 17, 2010 @ 4:23 pm

RSS feed for comments on this post.

Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.


Search The Site

Recent Items


September 2021
April 2021
January 2021
December 2020
November 2020
October 2020
September 2020
August 2020
July 2020
June 2020
May 2020
April 2020
March 2020
February 2020
January 2020
December 2019
November 2019
October 2019
September 2019
August 2019
July 2019
June 2019
May 2019
April 2019
March 2019
February 2019
January 2019
December 2018
November 2018
October 2018
September 2018
August 2018
July 2018
June 2018
May 2018
April 2018
March 2018
February 2018
January 2018
December 2017
November 2017
October 2017
September 2017
August 2017
July 2017
June 2017
May 2017
April 2017
March 2017
February 2017
January 2017
December 2016
November 2016
October 2016
September 2016
August 2016
July 2016
June 2016
May 2016
April 2016
March 2016
February 2016
January 2016
December 2015
November 2015
October 2015
September 2015
August 2015
July 2015
June 2015
May 2015
April 2015
March 2015
February 2015
January 2015
December 2014
November 2014
October 2014
September 2014
August 2014
July 2014
June 2014
May 2014
April 2014
March 2014
February 2014
January 2014
December 2013
November 2013
October 2013
September 2013
August 2013
July 2013
June 2013
May 2013
April 2013
March 2013
February 2013
January 2013
December 2012
November 2012
October 2012
September 2012
August 2012
July 2012
June 2012
May 2012
April 2012
March 2012
February 2012
January 2012
December 2011
November 2011
October 2011
September 2011
August 2011
July 2011
June 2011
May 2011
April 2011
March 2011
February 2011
January 2011
December 2010
November 2010
October 2010
September 2010
August 2010
July 2010
June 2010
May 2010
April 2010
March 2010
February 2010
January 2010
December 2009
November 2009
October 2009
September 2009
August 2009
July 2009
June 2009
May 2009
April 2009
March 2009
February 2009
January 2009
December 2008
November 2008
October 2008
September 2008
August 2008
July 2008
June 2008
May 2008
April 2008
March 2008
February 2008
January 2008
December 2007
November 2007
October 2007
September 2007
August 2007
July 2007
June 2007
May 2007
April 2007
March 2007
February 2007
January 2007
December 2006
November 2006
October 2006
September 2006
August 2006
July 2006
June 2006
May 2006
April 2006
March 2006
February 2006
January 2006



4 Goodboys Only

Site Info