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.
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.