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By William Cotter:
Our Lady of Perpetual Help, the hospice and urban garden, did not rudely elbow its way to a tight squeeze between Atlanta Braves Stadium (Turner Field) and the Crew Street police precinct. The free cancer home at 760 Pollard Blvd was there first, when the address still went by the name of Washington St., and occupied an undeveloped, open field. Our Lady of Perpetual Help will remain after the Atlanta/Milwaukee/Boston Braves have abandoned another city and become the Cobb Crackers/Smyrna Suburbanites.
I miss gainful employment, music, and going to the movies. I got hooked on movies in the 7th grade at Clark Howell Elementary School, formerly on 10th St between Juniper and Piedmont, now the site of a City of Atlanta fire station. Clark Howell Elementary housed the Atlanta Public Schools film library. An audio-visual license available to 7th grade boys entitled the holder to operate the 16mm Bell and Howell projector, a certified accomplishment, status of seniority and acquired skill…
Reading & Misreading
Flannery O’Connor appeared on “‘Galley Proof,’ a program about books,” broadcast by WRCA-TV Workshop, the week before the publication in 1955 of her collection of short stories, A Good Man is Hard To Find and Other Stories. The television program dramatized scenes from one of the stories, “The Life You Save May Be Your Own,” not the best story in this collection of mostly masterpieces of ground breaking Southern literature, but it satisfied television expectations, a stupid country girl, a gullible widowed mother, and a traveling slicker.
I tagged along with painter and sculptor Richard Cecil, friend and former Pine Lake neighbor, when he picked up the latest edition of his beautiful bronze Ball Dancer from the Inferno Art Foundry in Union City. I like to take field trips as part of what you might call my self-directed continuing adult education ad hoc, non-degree, non-career, non-formal, personal enrichment and experiential learning. In other words, I was just curious.
In his East Point studio, Richard Cecil has shown me how he constructs sculpture from sticks, coat-hangers, wire mesh, old socks, anything that can be shaped and formed, secures it with string and duct tape, then covers it with modeling clay.
Southern Mind Reading
Doctor Jacqueline Boles, professor of sociology emeritus at Georgia State University in Atlanta, told this story recently to as many devoted friends, colleagues, and former students as could fit into her Druid Hills ranch house for her “SURPRISE!” birthday party, planned, executed, catered and served by her children, spouses of children, and children of children:
A guy walks into a bar. He is dirty and smells terrible…
Before March 2006, I took for granted dinner table conversation with family and friends, music, dogs barking, birds chirping, even impatient car horns and urgent sirens. Then one morning my wife could not wake me, and she called 911. The ambulance raced to the nearest Emergency Room, DeKalb Medical Center on North Decatur Road. I lay in a coma for three weeks with meningitis, raging fevers, tubes, respirators, massive doses of antibiotics. After that, in the Emory East Rehab Center on U.S. Highway 78 in Snellville, I read an article that said, “So you’ve had meningitis, and now you are deaf. Boy, are you lucky!”