Beginning Saturday knew it was going to be a good weekend encountering an Andrew Lloyd Webber cat with others in costume at the Indian Creek MARTA station, outside the I-285 perimeter. If the vibe could extend that far from downtown, imagine what it was like at the parade. At the next stop a 6 year old Supergirl joined the train and things improved all the way to Peachtree Center. There, before reaching street level, a long escalator carried the throng to daylight. When the escalator broke the crowd stopped moving for a moment and, just when it looked like impending disaster, that people might be trampled, a chant began. “Up! ! Up! UP!”, as the tide began ascending again.
My point isn’t to detail every moment of my labor day weekend, but to belabor that a good time can be had for next to nothing. If I had paid for admission to the convention would have felt pressured to maximize the investment, attending as many sessions as possible, and not experienced the pleasure of simple people watching from the vantage of one of the cast of thousands. The costumes were incredible. I believe my favorite was a female Grinch with her Santa, whose green skin appeared in no way artificial. A teenage group of Hogwartz graduates, with authentic looking robes, also stands out in memory.
The rest of the weekend was spent at the Decatur Book Festival, where small, intimate (and free) sessions with poets and authors were preferable to the crowded, expensive hotel venues. I discovered n a small auditorium I never knew existed within the Decatur library, and also made it inside the legendary Eddie’s Attic, where Billy Pilgrim, a favorite band, had their origins. The only time I opened my wallet was to scan a MARTA card and buy lunch at McDonald’s. Gotta eat.