For Gram

I can tell you how to get, how to get to Sesame Street

Actually, that title is a lie. I can't tell you how to get there, because I think the Atlanta Children's Museum packed it up and sent it away. But I and about 15,000 other Atlanta kids packed the last weekend of the exhibit, and what a time it was! I got to play with rubber sand...


...and meet some of my favorite television personalities in their own neighborhood (doesn't it look like Elmo had designs on my bag of Goldfish?)...


And it was all thanks to Cameron and Cader, who are excellent tour guides in the world of Sesame Street:


Certain other things happened that I am having a hard time getting my head around...

... but I won't dwell on that.

Remember, dear readers, when life seems like a hard climb, at least you're going upwards.

Sagging

If you've got your ear to the ground (and I know my readers do), you've heard about the international scandal surrounding "sagging," in which Atlanta is one of the major battlegrounds.

I would just like my South Dekalb peeps to know that I am keeping it very real here at "The 1-1-6-2" . . .


And I want to tell the Five-Oh that I will not have my civil liberties or freedom of self-expression infringed upon. I have Billy Martin* on my speed dial just in case.

God bless us, every one,

The Madster

* -- No, Gandalf, not that Billy Martin.

Just because...