Sunday, March 31, 2002
Decatur, Georgia
7 p.m.

It had been raining something fierce since Saturday morning at around 5. I'm always happy to see the rain, because I still think in that small-town-grew-up-on-a-farm kind of way, and we are still in a drought situation. Just prior to the rainbow, the sky filled with that light that happens when the sun shines hot through a tiny break in the clouds.

 

Friday, August 19, 2002
9:05 a.m.
First United Methodist Church
Decatur, Georgia

This is the old methodist church. It's at the corner of Sycamore and Commerce in downtown Decatur. As I sit at the redlight there every morning, I look at the belltower, always expecting Quasimodo to wave down at me. Of course, he never does, because everybody knows Quasimodo was Catholic and French and with no business to bring him to sleepy little Decatur. The little steeple to the right that looks like it's on top of the wing is actually on top of the new methodist church one block over, which I think is the same as the old one, only new. It's not nearly as charming, and for some reason, the columns and trim on that one are painted beige; I think it should be white, but nobody asked my opinion.