A chore turns into a trip… Having relocated to Atlanta from Vegas, the GA DMV made us get state licenses. They track the movement of people into the state via insurance records. Thus we were spotted and told to get ourselves new licenses now! And we did, but not before breakfast. We had “the most important meal of the day” at Radial, where we again had another good meal. The neighboring martial arts studio teaches a collection of fighting styles. Some more familiar than others, “Kill Bill”, “Jedi Style?”…
We then went out hunting for the DMV. The direction had us going to Candler Rd. near Flat Shoals and searching the quazi-rundown mall for the unmarked DMV hidden inside. The people were fine and the pictures bad. But since we reserved our arrival times in advance on their phoneline, less time was spent waiting than expected. So, with the rest of the afternoon open, it was time to explore.
First, we headed to Stone Mountain Park. Where we turned right around and left when we found it was cash-only to enter. Instead we went to the admission-free Stone Mountain Village. Which is soon to be holding its local elections. Lawns were littered with candidates’ signs, like the following examples from Williams and Peterson…
Ponce De Leon Ave cuts through Stone Mountain Village, and we started back on it. We stopped at Your Dekalb Farmers Market. I had first heard of it when listening to an NPR show about the market (NPR : Visiting the DeKalb Farmers’ Market) and had some idea of what to expect. But my wife had not a clue, and wasn’t expecting the expanse of organized chaos. A little shopping was done with definite plans to return. Strangely enough, the market has a “no photography” policy.
And now I end my evening writing about our day’s adventure.
Neon Poisoning 