'Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning' & Iron Mountain in the evening.
A view from the summit of Iron Mountain, Poway. I headed out to Atlanta on business or to express it another way, was summoned by the boss. It's an awful long way to travel to talk to Barry and only for one day. However, it could be worse--I could be here talking to him for two days or more. What a waste of mountain time. I'm already missing my baby, not meaning Ellie or Benny. (Barry is a nice guy, though.) I arrived at the hotel in Buckhead after investing in a taxi company. At least it felt that way after settling the tariff. The driver was from Eritrea. There are a lot of Africans in America these days. It was only last week the manager of a lube station in Carmel Valley revealed himself as an Ethiopian. It's good to meet our African brothers and dare I say, sisters, too. However, it seems the most we have in common is living in the United States. Another 'bloody' sunset...easy does it, sun...um...Son. Early part of sunset with Mount Woodson...