Street Walker

Taking in the sights of Peachtree in search of a key ring for my niece, JeNae, as per her request.  It's funny that when I travel the last thing I think about is souvenirs.  I have no collectables of the places I've been and very few photos. The events are stored in my memory.  I'm not the typical traveler, meaning I don't do the sight seeing tours or hit the historic locals of a city.  I tend to blend in with the locals and find the local hangouts imagining that I actually live in the place I'm visiting.

I hit the streets in search of the key ring and to check out the karaoke place I drove by the other night.  I was exhausted on Sunday, October 13th since I didn't get in until 7:00 am from the night before.  Let's just say I had a fabulous time with the locals and I will not share the details.   They must stay here and in my memory.  My street walking took me to the Peachtree Center a mall of all places.  I passed Gladys Knights on the way, a place that serves chicken and waffles and even though I was excited to see the sign I didn't have a appetite to stop and eat.  The sign on the door "no weapons allowed" wasn't inviting.  I think that's when I lost my appetite.  I love chicken waffles but not enough to risk the possibility of getting shot.

Picked up two key rings. I have two nieces and I can't bring back one key ring.  They are the same to prevent arguing.  A trick I learned from Joyce, my mother, God bless her spirit.