Day 4 of the Atlanta trip is over… while the day was uneventful, I wanted to put up a post about the genuine Southern Hospitality I’ve encountered on my trip to Atlanta.

Having spent 10 years in Detroit… its a little off putting to hear some ask how you’re doing and not think that they’re taking the piss out of you.

I think that I’ll miss the southern accent the most. I’ve had the opportunity to spend some afternoons listening to some older southern gents talk about Georgia. You can sorta shut your eye and imagine “the Warden” from any prison talk along.

.aCr.