This truck can’t make wide right turns. Turns imply movement.
This wasn’t supposed to be a travel day. It was supposed to be an afternoon with a little driving and then some festivities. Only the travel took us through Atlanta. And Atlanta means three hours of traffic to get across town. (I could tell you about driving in Atlanta, but perhaps you’ve been there?)
So three hours turned into six-plus.
Here was the sunset, long after the time we should have been in Adairsville, at a rehearsal and then a dinner.
At least we made it to the dinner.
Tomorrow is a big day!
