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Rome rain or shine

Out of Rockmart I had spotted the Old Rome Road, which, ironically, was not straight and true as the new one. It more closely resembled a hedge-lined road through the English countryside than a Roman one. Tall grass and fencerows stood in for the English hedges and the faded yellow line wavered (not a mirage).

Once again it was hot hot HOT in Rome. Rain was predicted (we’d been getting it everyday since the 4th of July) but it was nowhere in sight as a hurried down the sunny sidewalks inspecting the bricks of downtown Rome. You’d think that just ONCE in 3 years of coming here there’d be an overcast day.

For lunch in Rome I sat in the dollar-bill-papered and happily air-conditioned Jefferson’s and had a BLT and iced tea. I observed the colorful and historic streetscape of storefronts with an appreciation that was hard to settle into while standing in the sun out there. One of the best assets of Rome’s downtown blocks are the tree-filled medians where middle-aged oak trees stand as a testament to brilliant landscaper a generation back.

Rome color

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After lunch I stepped off the last block of inspections, it was getting on 3 o’clock and dark clouds were finally threatening the sky. Eager to catch the storm (or have it catch me rather), i decided to stroll the pedestrian trestle bridge, and ultimately sought shelter for the duration of the storm along the walking trail under the highway bridge nearby. The water was high from all the rain, covering the trail at the lowest points and totally submerging the steps that once led to the water’s edge.

I only wish that rain had come earlier, I’ll be darned if I walk those blazing streets again at noon. Next year I’m consulting an almanac.

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all roads lead to Rome

OR AT LEAST GA-101.

B (that is to say Bill) was game enough to come along with me on a pretty awesome road trip this past Saturday. So far, not one of these easement inspections has been dull. Finally, a witness to the wonderful affability of folks in small-town Georgia. We breezed through Mae’retta with a stop for lunch at Dave’s BBQ—which is kin and exactly like Community Q down in Decatur so i can highly recommend it—and found our way into Rockmart where we had a nice chat with Mr. _ of the house there, took some pictures and moved on to Rome. He attempted to use his phone, but really, i’d mapped out the way old school (with google you know) and a back-up highway map so there was no need for fancy gadgets, besides, we remembered, all roads lead to Rome right? at least the straight ones?

Rome, it turns out, has an acropolis, I noticed it right off, towering over the western end of downtown, just across the river that looked so good and cool and ready for an intertube. But first we had to step off the downtown blocks, surprising in the commerce they displayed. At the very last stop on the list the owner of the building was sitting outside and made a point to stop us. We soon were getting a whole history lesson on Rome (which we’d been speculating about for the last hour or so), the trade, industry, and recent years in the city’s life. Mr. W showed us historic photos and postcards and then we hit him with what we really wanted to know, where could we find some ice cream or a popsicle around here?? Well, he said, I’ve got fudgesicles. and up he went to his apartment to grab us 2 each, PERFECT! he’ll get a very good report.

So, ice cream craving satisfied, we needed water, we thought about going back to our friend again, but decided we might find a faucet in the cemetery. We headed over the river, dreamed of jumping in it and the trekked on up the steep sides of the terraced acropolis. I have never seen anything like this place. The was insanely steep, you would never want to walk straight up the front side of a thing like that, the best you could’ve done is crawl, but they’d terraced the thing and put steps between terraces and had been burying people there for well over a century, nigh on 2 centuries i imagine though we didn’t hunt out the oldest markers. The trees were incredible as well and local Romans seem to enjoy the place as much as we did, or at least I, cause, as you know, i love cemeteries. One fellow was sitting in some shade near the top reading a book, looked like he’d been there all day. We filled the water bottle, drained it, and filled it again. i think we were out again by the time we got back down. It was all quite incredible.

this Friday: Gray, Eatonton, Madison and a haircut with Artee (:

terraced cemetery