No Grounds For Complaint
This afternoon, while hanging around watching paint dry (literally) at the construction site of the new Danneman’s, I reported to Grant, Kate and her brother Larry, that I had seen a cool picture of the inside of the old Danneman’s Super Market at the Atlanta Time Machine Site . So here it is and you should definitely check out Greg’s site for a cool look at the old days in Atlanta versus how this city looks today.
And as a comparison of my own, here is a pic of the new proprietor of Danneman’s Coffee in the Old Fourth Ward. Joe isn’t really such a hard ass motha fucka, as I heard him called on the street yesterday, but he is a rather unusual man.
I know for a fact that Joe dances Tango, he fishes for salmon in Alaska, writes poetry, can handle a blow torch and most emergencies with finesse and he makes some delicious fried chicken. You’d best not ask him for money on the street, otherwise you’d probably have no grounds for complaint.
