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May 20, 2008

I had scored some Braves tickets last night. Despite posting on SG, Twitter, and other places both on the interwebs and in real life, I could not find a single person that was willing to go with me. God, this sucks. I do not go to sporting events alone, unless it is a UGA football game. Anyhow, I was not going to let these tickets go to waste. I was able to find someone willing to purchase the tickets. Now, since I did not pay anything for the tickets, I did not feel right in gouging someone that was willing to go and help me out. So, I skipped out of work and went to Atlanta to meet my willing buyer.

I had brought to work a change of clothes for the game, to wit: a pair of jeans, a pair of steel tip boots, and a black linen shirt. On my way out to my car, I saw the chief judge walking back to the courthouse. This judge does not mind if I wear casual clothes to the office, so long as I don’t go to court in them. However, I don’t like the Judges that I practice in front of see me in casual clothes. They are from the old school that lawyers must maintain the dignity of the profession. Plus, I did not have want to answer questions of why I was leaving early from the office, why did I have a change of clothes with me, and why I was taking them to my car? So, I started to walk in a manner that could avoid the chief judge seeing me. As soon as I did so, I hit the panic button on my key chain by accident. The chief judge looked at me, shook his head, and walked away. I wanted to crawl underneath a rock.

I love to drive, but with gas prices near $4 a gallon, I don’t get to do it for fun much anymore. I drive primarily to work and back home. So, I enjoyed the drive to Atlanta, and listening to Braves putting a whuppin’ on the Schmuts (aka the Mets). As I pulled into Little 5 Points, I enjoyed being in an urban environment. Now, mind you, I loved my time out in the rural part of Georgia, and I am proud of my country roots. Yet, there is something to be said about living in Atlanta.

While I waited to meet up with the buyer of the tickets, a young lady walked up with a large trash bag full of clothes. She appeared to be a college student or someone that lived in the area that was about to move. She asked me to watch her belongings. I said yes. She pointed to her car, which was only a short distance away, and said that she would bring it down here because she could not carry the bag up the hill. So, I picked up her bag and carried it to her car. It felt good being a good southern boy helping a lady out with her personal belongings. Shortly thereafter, I met with the buyer and received a small payment for the tickets (to talk about the amount of the payment would be just tacky, especially considering I did not pay a dime for them). Afterwards, I was on my home, I decided to take a picture or two with my cell phone camera. Check them out.