Scott's Bah Humbug Parade

I don't know what it is, but I love parades. We attended a huge Christmas parade this morning in downtown Atlanta, just a few blocks from the Georgia Dome. We are not familiar with this part of town. But as you might expect, we drove straight to the crack houses. That parade started at 9:30 and we did not get out and wave to anyone. When in these unfortunate circumstances, I follow my mother's advice: just don't look at anyone so you don't see anything and they don't see you. Mom's advice always works for me.

We finally found our parade, along with a couple hundred thousand other people. It was on Peachtree street, and there are only about 100 Peachtree streets in downtown, so yea for us that we found it. It was a fun parade and it was cold and wintry and we had a lot of laughs. I say we, meaning the three females of the Fantastic Franks' fam. One of us, with that different chromosome, does not like driving, parking, sitting/standing, looking at weirdo people, waving to bands and dogs dressed like elves, soaking up the bizarre culture that is downtown Atlanta. Christmas? Bah humbug. Give that boy some coal.

We finished up our excursion with a tour of more abandoned buildings and slave traficking sites and then we made it to the Dwarf House. The Dwarf House is the original Chic-Fil-A, established in 1946. Pretty good eats in there. The girls hung out and ate at the soda counter while the adults enjoyed the sweetest tea in the South.

We thought about crashing the SEC championship game when we heard there were 500 trailers camped out a couple of blocks away. There should be some good tailgatin' goin' on down there, but I don't think Scott could take any more festive fun. Scott can just relive the whole experience by viewing the 108 pictures taken by Darby.