Greetings from Athens

Not that one.

The one where these fine ladies serve up paper plates of nirvana.

This stuff will kill you and I can’t think of too many better ways to go. Photo evidence of my lunch last Wednesday with a consulting colleague. It was sublime. My buddy/colleague grew up in Macon and graduated from Georgia forty years ago. Amidst the Varsity cardiovascular death-trap lunch, he regaled me with stories of college life in Athens...life in the fratty house and all. We both agreed that we could have been destined for greater things had we not lived in the fraternity house. But mostly we talked about the music on the juke boxes of his SAE and my KA house. Even with a decade between us, the standard auditory fare of our college years was almost identical. Not sure what that says but it obviously says enough for me to put it down in a story. My hot dog is becoming overwrought. Let me just end this paragraph now.

And they gave me a hat too.

Onward.

ADG, II… Chapter President—Cholesterolics Anonymous


Ps...Here's a few songs that we agreed were on both our fratty house juke boxes...


William Turbington aka Willie Tee: Thank You John and Walking Up A One Way Street

Tony Clark: The Entertainer

Jr. Walker and The All Stars: What Does It Take?