This may be the WORST installment of ILiD so far. Or maybe the BEST. Depends on your perspective, I suppose. It's all in the perspective. This place is actually in neighboring Stone Mountain, and not in Decatur, but that's really all semantics.

Ready? HHeeeerrreeee we go.

I submit this building:



Looks fine, right? Well, looks can be deceiving. This building was build 3 or 4 years ago. I remember when it was going up. According to my Mom, this building sold fried turkeys one hear, and then was supposed to be a roti shop. I can honestly sat that I've NEVER seen a business actively operating out of here. Any ideas why?

How about this: I'll give you a different perspective on the whole situation. Scroll down.




















Keep scrolling. Trust me. It's worth the wait.



















Okay. Here we go.



Yup. Your eyes aren't lying to you. This building is only maybe 8 feet deep. Like I said. Perspective.

It doesn't make any sense, really. Why would someone go through the expense of building a BRICK structure, and only make it 8 feet deep? Does it even have a bathroom?

Just odd.
I live in Decatur.

Know What I'm Sayin'??

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This afternoon I went over to Publix. I decided to make myself a nice sandwich, so I headed to the deli counter. There were a few people in front of me, so I had a short wait. Also waiting was an older gentleman.

He struck up a little random conversation, and eventually told me a story about he when he was in elementary school, he decided he would make something of himself, and get out of his small home town in Alabama.

He told me about how most of the preachers in town didn't have the greatest diction, but the Presbyterian preacher that was brought in to give the baccalaureate service was a very fine orator indeed, further inspiring him to make something of himself.

He spoke about how he entered the Army, and was VERY glad to come home walking on his own two feet, rather than in a pine box. After the Army he tried to attend Tuskegee, but was told that in order to be accepted, he needed a transcript and a recommendation letter.

At this point, it was his turn in line, and he ordered his turkey ham, but I hope you get the general vibe of the guy. I mean, when a relatively distinguished senior citizen wearing a Tuskegee Airmen cap wants to talk, the least you can do is listen for a few minutes, right? While I was ordering my pastrami and swiss cheese, he wandered off. I can only assume that he eventually made it to Tuskegee.

As I was walking out of the store with my purchases, I noticed him pulling out of the parking lot driving a Lincoln Town Car. A fitting coach for such a man. As he drove away, I looked at the back of his car. I saw one of these:


I guess he didn't learn quite enough at Tuskegee.

Know What I'm Sayin'??

This one just speaks for itself, don't ya think?


I took this just this past Saturday. I was out with Mrs. Mau and my dear Mother, and one of us saw this. Luckily, I was driving, so neither of them had a say in the matter of whether or not we would stop.

That's right. I live in Decatur.

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That's right.  I live in Decatur.

So, a LONG time ago, I saw this marquee, and it REALLY bothered me.  I'm embarrassed to even think about how long I talked about taking a picture of it and sharing before I actually did so.  I finally found myself with a few free minutes, and my digital camera in the car.

Thing is, I can't quite put my finger on what it is that bothers me so much.  Could it be...

1. I know people call Atlanta "Da A", but I think it's going a bit far to put "Da A" on a marquee.
2. This place technically isn't in Atlanta.  It's in Decatur.
3. Wings and Lasagne?!  Those don't go together.  Come on.
4. What's up with that ampersand?  I didn't even see that abomination until just now.

I think "I Live in Decatur" will be a recurring thing here on the site.  I'll share weird things that I see here in town.

Hope all is well with you and yours.

Holla.

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