Day Two: I’m A City Boy (We’re Here For The Weekend)
Tuesday, 29th January 2013. Atlanta, Georgia.
I’ve never felt so much like a fish out of water before. the International Poultry Exhibition has been held in Atlanta for 65 years and is a tradition in town. I’m a city boy. I’ve never even once been to a working farm.
the crowd feels white. even the Chinese companies who are here to sell their feed additives look white. some of the farmers are hillbillies and some look like they’re Amish, and DuPont and Aviagen look like bigshots.
we meet a friendly bartender after hours. he serves real homemade burgers and mean chicken cheesesteaks and offers up at least two local craft brews on tap. one of them’s done less than a mile down the road from the bar. he tells us they offer tours of the brewery on Friday afternoons, and suddenly Georgia feels warmer. we’re here for the weekend.
as darkness falls rain starts to pour over Atlanta. Hooters has a roofed over smoker’s lounge. we’ve smugled Cubanos into the US and light up in the darkness. the black waitress looks like gold and pours generous glasses of Maker’s Mark.
I’m a city boy. we’re here for the weekend.