This was the Union Train Station in Atlanta. It was across the street from where I worked
for the Postal Service for years, until they tore it down to make way for the
non-descript Richard B. Russell Federal Building. The
Union Station was empty the whole
time it was there during my stay. The
vacant little walkways and empty buildings attracted drunks and the homeless
but generally we walked right through a
little cement walkway to and from the parking lot without much problems. About the biggest problem was accidentally kicking a wine bottle or
stepping on a human turd. Although, within its bowels close to the RR tracks I was mugged once - had a blade stuck
to my throat until I forked over all my money.
The guy told me he just escape from prison. When I emptied my pockets and he was
convinced he had more money than I did he felt sorry for me and sung me two
religious longs about how Jesus loves me - then I ran out of his grasp.
I just enjoyed
looking at the grand old building.
I wondered what those towers were for? For a watch to stay in one of them and announce: " LOOK! Here comes a train!"?
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