At some point in between now and the day I die, I will write up a post or two about some strolls I took through odd parts of Atlanta, and photographs I took. But today is not the day.
In lieu of that, official friends-of-PPA (them and Marian Hossa) Robb and Dayna went to Roswell, New Mexico, and then Robb wrote about it. It's good fun and now I wish I went to Roswell when I was a resident of the American Southwest. Instead, I live through Robb.