A little side trip from yesterday's journey. The "Pipe Corner of the South" sign is a downtown landmark, in part because its survival is so unlikely: it belonged to Royal Cigar, which was a downtown fixture for decades. It moved up to Buckhead in 1991 (later moving over by Emory, then going out of business in 2005), and somehow the sign was left behind (not sure why -- the one 1991 AJC article I found indicated that it would be removed). And no one's seen fit to remove it in the intervening years, which is very un-Atlanta behavior.
Some web research indicates that those holes aren't bullet holes -- there were neon bulbs depicting smoke rising from the pipe.
A little wings/Chinese food/burgers restaurant now occupies the space, at Forsyth and Walton. Judging by the sign in the window, they and I have the same idea of what constitutes a proper breakfast.
#11 -- "The Greatest Slump of All Time" by David Carkeet
A baseball novel that I don't often see mentioned in lists, and seems to have gone out of print even though there's a constitutional amendment keeping baseball books published, this is pretty funny stuff. An unnamed National League baseball team heads for the pennant, even as all the players spiral into various forms of depression. Lots of parody of '70s-style consciousness, I laughed out loud a lot and also found it fairly touching. A nice quick read (and the first fiction I've read in a while).