The Stone Mountain granite of a 19th century Atlanta building’s foundation emerges in 1972 like an archeological dig in Sumeria as past yields to future.
When the streets were being ripped up as part of the Olympic Games refit of downtown, thousands of granite blocks that once served as streets in the horse and buggy era were exposed and piled on sidewalks.
I purloined about a dozen blocks and put them in my back yard garden in Candler Park. I admit the crime.
When do I do the time?