Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Every year since 1999 my wife Anne and I have taken a trip to a different part of the United States and visited attractions, wonders, and events we didn’t have back home in Indianapolis. From 1999 to 2003 we did so as best friends; from 2004 to the present, as husband and wife. My son tagged along from 2003 until 2013 when he ventured off to college. We’ve taken two trips by airplane, but are much happier when we’re the ones behind the wheel — charting our own course, making unplanned stops anytime we want, availing ourselves of slightly better meal options, and keeping or ruining our own schedule as dictated by circumstances or whims. We’re the Goldens. It’s who we are and what we do.
For years we’ve been telling friends in other states that we’d one day do Atlanta’s Dragon Con, one of the largest conventions in America that isn’t in California or New York. We’d been in Atlanta, but we hadn’t really done Atlanta. Hence this year’s vacation, in which we aimed for a double proficiency in Atlanta tourism and over-the-top Dragon Con goodness. Before we went to D*C, there was the road trip to get there, and the good times to be had before the great times at the big show.
Sooner or later, every stay in a city far from home must end. After our days at Dragon Con were up, it was time to pack our bags and hit the road Sunday morning. Atlanta left us with a treasure trove of new memories, photos, experiences, successes, regrets, and idea what to do next time we’re in town. That may not be anytime soon, but I’ll die dissatisfied if we never return. Before we move onward toward the inevitable miniseries finale, here’s a gallery of various sights that caught our eye around town, including a few outtakes and one surprisingly happy accident.
Before launching “Our 2019 Road Trip” I spent considerable time digging through our hundreds upon hundreds of pics taken over eight days. Part of that included diving into a rabbit hole as I tried to see how see how many of their various skyscrapers I could identify for Part Three. As I immersed myself more deeply into the later days, I found on Tuesday Anne had taken the following photo of the Atlanta skyline, a nifty keepsake in itself.
I stared and stared at this photo wondering why it looked vaguely familiar.
After poking around online some more, it finally hit me.
Granted, we were a bit closer to the city than Sheriff Rick Grimes and his doomed horse were in their Walking Dead promo art up there, but the tallest buildings are all in place, including the Marriott Marquis on the right with the double lines down the side. The match would be even closer if we could’ve knocked over the International Boulevard sign or triggered a train crash resembling the one that was digitally inserted into the poster. The traffic on the left was also a close match to what we saw coming at us Tuesday morning on our way to the cool puppet museum. As I said: happy accident.
And now, on to that gallery of random Atlanta glimpses:
To be continued!
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