The sad reality of my American football life for most of the past decade — the Gators lose to Georgia, the Jets lose to the Patriots — was realized again this past weekend. At least the vast number of commercials shown during American football games kept me from watching either.

I solved today’s Wordle in four attempts; my starter today was REINS

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  1. Happy Halloween. I had a good time Saturday night doing the Oakland Cemetery tour. It was the first time I did the tour.

  2. Still not getting email notifications in a timely manner, so this is from the story about Elliott Street Pub in Atlanta Magazine that David posted last Friday:

    For longtime friends Gudrun Hughes, a 911 operator, and Maigh Houlihan, a communications professional, Elliott Street “is our touchstone,” Houlihan says. Hughes follows: “This is our Cheers.” The two met at the bar in the mid-aughts during an Atlanta Photography Guild meetup and quickly bonded, becoming like family. When word began to spread about the impending closure, Hughes texted Houlihan, “Mayday, Mayday,” and called a reunion for the bar’s final Wednesday night. The women hadn’t seen each other since before the pandemic, but they pick things up like they saw each other yesterday.

    HamWithCam (aka John) and I also attended the early Atlanta Photography Guild meetups, and know both women. I used to be good friends with Maigh and I have credited her for the “success” of this blog.

  3. David says:

    I laid low on Saturday in anticipation of seeing Marcus Mumford (of Mumford & Sons) at the Eastern. That would have been my first visit to the venue if not for Ween tickets falling out of the sky recently. My friend Jamie rode his bike from Candler Park to my house. We walked to Biggerstaff Brewing and had spot on burgers. We walked to the Eastern and took in the show. That place has their bars wired, there are no waits for purchasing alcohol. Mumford played three acoustic/solo Mumford & Sons songs but was mostly there to play his solo album, as expected.

    The opening act was two women in identical sister-wife/Handmaid’s Tale dresses. Their voices were good but I couldn’t get beyond their attire.

    After the show we walked to Waffle House, which was only offering takeout so we walked to The T, which is the gay bar next to the fire station on Boulevard. The pandemic has eviscerated late night dining/drinking in Atlanta and that’s one of the scant places open late. The T is a typical dive bar. We played pool for a while and then called it a night. I was pretty hung over most of Sunday but it was worth it. It used to be called The Cockpit, and we both agreed that was too aggressive of a name for either of us to have ventured in.

    Wordle in 5 starting with LEAST, Mini in 35.

    • Whoa, we nearly ran into each other at Biggerstaff as I was contemplating eating dinner there Saturday night.

      Been awhile since I’ve been to The T, the hash has gone there a few times. Many years ago it was a taco joint whose name I always forget, and a group of us would eat there after Black Sheep hashes.

      • David says:

        Well that would have been fun! The burger was top notch. I say that because the last time I went it was a bit off, the bun was a bit blacked and the burger was a bit dry. The cook was definitely not on their game that night. That was a blip though. I do like that place.

        I’ve been in Grant Park 18 years and I don’t ever recall a taco place being where the T is now. Maybe I just wasn’t paying attention, or it just predated me.

      • Barb says:

        Wheelhopper had a beer stop at the T on the Spring Dress ride. It seems to be a tiny place.

        I think 1 of the friends I went riding with Saturday went to that show too.

        • David says:

          Yes, it’s definitely tiny, and it seems to have a bunch of regulars based upon the bar being full of people just chilling out. It definitely worked as an easy place to get beer and play pool.

          It’s a testament to my sheltered life that this was my first time in a gay bar. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. 😉

    • Jenka says:

      It was the Cockpit when I lived down there and it was my late night bar of choice. Martha (Laura) went with me a couple of times. It was awesome!

  4. Jenka says:

    I did nothing noteworthy all weekend, which is just fine by me. We went out for family mani-pedis on Saturday and then went to Pure, otherwise we stayed home all weekend. I needed some quiet.

    Oh yeah, I remember now that it used to be Zocalo! I went there once. I never would’ve remembered that on my own!

  5. Steve says:

    Wordle in 5. Yesterdays took all 6, but I was dancing at the end. (WALTZ) (I crack myself up).

    The cardiologist was about as pissed as I was that I had another incident (he did NOT refer to the latest as a heart attack, so there!) Changing some meds, pulling bloodwork in 3 months after the new meds kick in and adding a couple new panels. See him again in 6 months. As we wrap, he says “go live your best life” and I said I will as long as you’re doing your job!

    Apparently, Friday night the horses had a big party that started a bigger fight and destroyed the only standing stall. Kicked the wall completely down and twisted a 4×6 support holding said wall. No one was injured and it only took an hour to build back, but damn.

    Road whipped at the hunt Saturday, came home to watch Florida at least win the 3rd quarter, then went to a birthday party dinner that evening.

    Off to B’ham in the AM.


  6. Nature called, shortened my walk to three miles. When I went back out for Part 2 I walked north, and then a desire to stop at Midway Pub shortened that leg significantly.

    Discipline returns tomorrow.

  7. Barb says:

    busy day & I just don’t feel like working, so I’m jsut going in circles.

    I did run out & go vote this afternoon – so that errand is finally done.

    • David says:

      Mondays are always ridiculous for me, trying to get the wheels rolling again. I did finally extricate myself from a quagmire of a project that I’ve been kicking the can down the road on for about 15 months. There was a dimension aspect that I just couldn’t wrap my head around, until I finally did, and in the end the solution was simple and elegant. I’m grateful to this client for their exceedingly high level of patience with me. It’s good to finally be in a space this year where I’m neither recovering from a surgery nor writing two books at the same time. That was just a wild ride, but I made it through.

  8. After a few beers and a nap I think that I am just going to batten down the hatches tonight at home, and spend the night alone.

  9. Just saw a squirrel had died in the street in front of my house. While I do curse them for eating crops and digging up seedlings I feel all animals should die with dignity. I scooped the squirrel up with a shovel and tossed it into a holly bush so that it has a chance to decay in peace.

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