End of the day, round and round and round

I got to drive around the City of McDonough today. That was fun. When I first came to the southern crescent of Atlanta, my first stop was McDonough. At the time, McDonough was a little town in a big, predominantly agricultural county south of Atlanta. Since then, the place has become another bedroom community for South Atlanta and the county fathers have allowed the place to become inundated with tract housing and small lots and the place is awallow with traffic at any time of the day.

I left Griffin around 2:30 this afternoon and ran into the first real traffic on 155 before the I-75 interchange. From there on out it was drive around behind slow people in slow cars talking slowly on cellphones and causing a large number of traffic snarls.

Meanwhile, I had to find a county office, which turned out to be not so easy and then be redirected to another county office, in another building with no easy way to get between the two. If I only had an ultra-light.

I finally got to the County Courthouse, which enabled me to park two blocks away from the courthouse, while the jurors leaving jury duty were going to their cars. So I had a place to park, just a few blocks to navigate by foot to get to the courthouse entrance. Cindy says that was good for me.

When I finally got to the clerk's office, the atmosphere was more relaxing. If only my ride back to Griffin had been so. Now, I am tired and need sustenance. So lets go, Cindy.