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Jul052006
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Another Trip Home… except this one really sucked |
Mom, Dad, my brothers and myself left Uncle Larry’s house around eight to head home. Before leaving Atlanta we stopped at the Coca-Cola museum. The brochure has enough pictures to save me the trouble to describing the museum in detail. Suffice it to say, it’s a nice facility and there was a lot of interesting paraphernalia surrounding Coke’s long history and global reach. The end of the museum allows you to sample Coke products from all over the world. None of the ones I tried were bad. I was slightly disappointed that they didn’t have regular Coca Cola from around the world to taste. There is certainly difference in taste in that one product around the globe. After we left there, an old friend of Dad who moved to Atlanta met us, George. Dad and George worked together at Red Robin in Colorado Springs. George was with one if his sons and one the kid’s friends. We all talked briefly outside the museum and they walked to Johnny Rocket’s, a burger joint in Underground Atlanta. We got something to eat and they continued to talk for an hour or two. I think we left to head home at about one. When we got back to the car, we had a flat tire, the left rear. Dad inflated it with a can of fix-a-flat and the portable air compressor we had on hand. The tire was a recurring ordeal throughout the evening. We had to stop several times to inflate it. Dad paid someone to ‘fix’ it. The man found a nail in the tire and patched it. Later, however, it seems as though the patch didn’t hold. About 90 miles outside of New Orleans, we stopped to check it and found it was nearly flat. Since we couldn’t really continue, we had to stay overnight at a hotel and have the tire fixed/replaced in the morning. Dad patched and re-inflated the tire again after we got to the hotel, but he didn’t want to risk driving far on it after dark.