What is it about that place that has taken hold of his imagination?
A few years ago our little guy had the following art assignment: Draw yourself flying over a famous building, monument, or landmark.
Now, for someone so young he's visited some extraordinary places so this is what I imagined he'd do: draw himself flying over the Roman Forum, St. Peter's Square, the White House, the Grand Canal in Venice or Monticello.
Instead, this is what he did: he drew himself flying over The Varsity.
It boggles the mind. All the places he's been to in this world and he chooses a burger joint in Atlanta? Didn't he remember how we laughed at the ridiculously small hamburgers and the floppy, greasy fries? Didn't he remember how we all collectively agreed that the place was highly overrated? Didn't he remember how I got into a battle with a cockroach right there in our booth and how we all decided the place was just gross?
Evidently not. He remembers it with all the nostalgia of a 12 year old boy.
So, last night I added The Varsity to our itinerary. Now whether or not we actually go is another matter; after all, we just might be on the wrong side of town or get caught in a traffic jam, or something.
|Upper left hand corner is Timothy's flyover ...|