The drive to Atlanta was unspectacular. Apart from the cats howling the entire way (oddly enough, the ones we had tranqued were the noisiest and most persistent), we made it here by 4 AM and spent our first night sleeping on the floor. The one funny incident was at a Waffle House (our first visit to one) in Chattanooga. We went in to get coffee and use the facilities, and found that we were the only two people not in costume. I kid you not.
Anyway, we're entering our 20th year in the Atlanta area. All of the cats who accompanied us on that maiden voyage are gone now (the most recent departure being Larry, in April 2002), but we've found a few replacements. For that matter, most of the possessions that we brought with us are now gone as well, including the baby grand piano (long story, would rather not talk about it). We've put a lot of work into the house and the grounds around it, but it still feels like the place that we found (at long last) at 4 AM on November 1, 1987. Mary and I have celebrated our 10th and 20th anniversaries here; we have spent the majority of our 30s and 40s here. God willing, we'll be here the rest of our lives. We always get calls from realtors asking when we're planning on selling. They're always shocked to hear us say that it'll take six men to get us out of here.
So, today's a happy one for us here.