Years Ago

This picture was taken in 1947,  Left to right:  Jeane Steel, Billy somebody who moved to Gramling Street, Eddie Hunter (me), Frances Hunter, and Helen Steel. 

I think the picture's purpose we were to look sad, which wasn't hard to do,  because it was the day of going back to school, after the summer break.  Except for me, it was my first crack at it.

As sad as it looks, here is something else to think about.  The picture was taken early September 1947.  It is less than 29 years and 11 months of being a 100 years old.

Now, that is sad!

Our friend, confident, next door neighbor, and 3rd cousin, once removed in-law died today.

Kathleen Hooper Killian died a couple hours ago at age 95.  She was born in Hiawassee, Georgia.  She married Harold Otis Killian (my distant cousin), who made a career in the Air Force, so they got to see the world.

We lived next door to them since 1976.  Harold died while I was in the hospital recuperating from a heart attack.

We will miss her.

The picture is of Kathleen between her daughter Jane and son Danny at her 95th birthday celebration.

Omar and Joyce or Clarence and Joyce

Omar Clarence and Joyce Owens at a Bell Reunion.  Or is it Clarence Omar?  They are our neighbors and around here we call him Omar but he was in my sister Frances' high school class and she calls Clarence.

He is retired from Dobbins Air Force Base and Joyce is retired from Allstate.

I see his front yard often on my and Willow's walks.  It is the neatest yard in the subdivision, maybe he world.  Not a blade of grass is too long or too short. 

One time Willow was about to hunker over to take a dump in their yard and I quickly told her to move on, and asked her, "Do you want to be shot?"

Keeping Memories o Our Neighbors Alive

I went to my neighbor's funeral yesterday.  She was 89 years old.  Near the end of the service the officiating pastor said he knew that the deceased effected us, as you effected her.  Whatever she did that we were exposed to changed our lives some and whatever we did in her presence change her or altered her life some.  

Maybe he is right, everybody effects everybody that he or she comes in contact with.

He went on to say in the next couple of days think about the deceased some and think of what memories you have of her.

It is like as long as you remember things about her you are keeping her spirit alive.  When you and everybody else quits is when her spirit disappears.  Poof!   I am just speculating that is what he was saying, maybe not.

However,  while sitting there it got me thinking of her and her late husband.  She was sort of a recluse - she stayed in all the time.  And her husband was always out working in the yard.

Which was my problem.  I dreaded to work in the yard because I knew that he would come over and see what I was doing and try to help me when I prefer to work alone, it is my therapy. 

One time he came over with his equipment and wanted to change  headlights on my truck because he said he saw me ride by and a headlight was out.  I  had seen the truck with the light out too,  it wasn't my truck but one that was the same color in the neighborhood.   I showed him the headlights worked and he said that just meant it had a short in them.  I still would not let him look under the hood, he always made things worse.

One time he saw my garbage cans on the side of the street and rolled them down where he thought they belonged.  We were not home so I did not know they were not at the street, so the garbage pickup company  rode on by, I suppose.  I had to carry our garbage to the county dump.  Later he told me he some kids must have rolled my garbage can up by the street but he rolled them back down.  I told him it was garbage pickup day the reason I put them on the street.  I couldn't get mad at him because he thought he was doing me a favor.

I remembered he and my riding lawnmower.  One time I loaded my lawnmower into my pickup truck and was about to take it to a mechanic.  Jim came over and asked me why do that when he can fix it.  I said the battery and the starter were not making a connection.  For about a day he banged on it and told me he fixed it, but now I would have to put a screw driver down to serve as electric conductor from my battery to the starter.... I got shocked several times trying to get the blame thing started after that.

I decided the only way to slip the lawnmower out of the neighborhood without him seeing it was to have my son come over to help me load the lawnmower in the truck on the opposite side of the house  in the evening when I knew my neighbor would be settling down for the evening.   We got the lawnmower on the back of the truck and I backed the truck up in the carport. 

The next morning I drove off with the lawnmower before daylight and left it in a shop to be repaired.  I used the push mower while it was gone.  I don't think my neighbor ever caught on.

The Whites, Gallengers, and the Neighbors

Speaking of the White Family of Boone County, West Virginia. (what?  you don't read my Facebook posts?), brings up the Jerry Springer types, which bring up my neighbors across the street.  

They use their front yard as a stage and I think they know they have us as an audience.   They speak in loud booming voices as if they are on a stage; as the daughter said to us once, "We are loud people."  Every time they do put on a show, which might be a knock-down-drag out which more than a few times has involved 911, the cops, fire trucks, and  ambulances.   Each time a "show" starts happening we take our places:  I get at one window, Anna gets at another window, the 92 year old lady that lives next to us gets in her window, and the neighbor that lives on the other side of them gets on the other side of the hedge and we all get on the phone and describes the action from different angles.

It is almost as good as the cable TV serial SHAMLESS.    I much rather see SHAMELESS because it is fiction - it did not really happen.  Or did it?  The things that happens on that show are too bizarre that a mere mortal could make up.

For instance on the past Sunday night show  the so-called head of the Gallenger family is dying with a bad liver.  He is sinking fast and already looks dead.  He needs a liver transplant but they  are not high on the list to get one and besides they do not have the money they need.  Through a friend of a friend they find a doctor with an Arabic accent.  He refuses to give his real name because his medical license is not  recognized in the U.S. to he has to perform operations illegally.  Normally, he is a taxi driver.  He demands 30 grand and the family can only come up with  $26,000 - he thinks for a minute and accepts the money.  He advises them that after he finished the job and leaves they should call 911 and then he will be rushed to the hospital to be taken care of, post op- care.  He operates, they call 911 and he is rushed to the hospital  The family went to the hospital and the examining doctor said he did not have a liver transplant, but they did take one of his kidneys, so now, that put him head of the list.   On the same show a thug that lives close by has a Russian Whore for a wife and he is her pimp; he was reminisces  the times in school he was a total terror to kids with lunch money and how he would nearly beat them to death and put them in the hospital, and he almost got a tear in his eyes and said, "God!  I miss my school days!" 

Woodstock Concert with YACHT ROCK REVUE

The Woodstock Concert - you heard of that before .  This Woodstock concert was different, there was not much of a pot smell in the air (but some); no openly drinking; no dancing in the mud; and quiet a few pairs of uniformed officers to make sure people followed the rules - This was Woodstock, Georgia.  There was a Saturday Night Fever in the air and a whole lot of shaking going on of young and old.

We enjoyed the company of Joe and Christine Jenkins.  Not only did we enjoy their company, we enjoyed their snacks!

The main band was YACHT ROCK REVUE, which they were good, they knew how to handle their instruments.  They turned the audience into dancing groupies.

But I must admit, I am a little out of touch of the feel of being part of a big crowd.  I saw a kid catch a big beachball and he tossed it to his friend close by and the kid hit it and with many feet away.  That is mean!  I thought, and I was about to run and chase down the ball, retrieve it and return it to its owner when I saw it hit again and went even further away, which about then, another big ball wihizzed by me.  Then, I saw another one high up in the air making its return back to the crowd on the ground.   Oh.

Jane Killian

Chris

Captain Joe Jenkins

Commodore Christine Jenkins

Tit For Tat

Remember several weeks ago I reported on this blog that I reported that I saw my little toddler neighbor was playing in the street on his tricycle with cars almost wrecking dodging him and I walked him to his home and told his aunt?

And afew days later she came over and told me to mind my own Goddamn business and then accused me of calling Family Protective Services (I dildn't) which came and almost took her daughter away? she told me when I fuck with her kid I was fucking with her, and I certainly don't want to do that. For good measure she told me the next time I had a heart attack don't come running to her Mama because she will tell me to ram it up my ass.  (her mama is a nurse)  Hmmm.  That is funny - the time I had a heart attack I didn't even think about seeking her help.... the way it she sounded I come running to them everytime I need something.  I never have asked them to borrow anything, but it they cannot claim the same.  She just burned that bridge.  Should I ask for my hammer the mama borrowed two years ago?

No good deed goes unpunished.

And did I tell you since then her daughter, nephew, and niece, all age 5 and under scattered all over the neighbor and two people on opposite parts of the subdivision called 911 almost the same time? And one kid was missing for a short time which caused many police to swarm the neighborhood? Did I tell you the aunt was charged and had to go to court over it all but apparently got away with it?

Update: Yesterday returning home driving on Sandy Plains Road, about a mile more to go, I saw another member of the neighbor household, the sister-in-law, mother of two of the children, and her toddler son, the one I got off the street.  She had him by the hand and they were walking.   In the past I have stopped and picked them up several times. But then I heard the little voice of my concious say, "MIND YOUR OWN GODDAMN BUSINESS!!"  Which I did.

The Keyboard Is Mightier Than The Sword

This is a new experiment for me. I am posting from my i-pad. I know, I know, people do it all the time. Well, they had to do it the first time also. Speaking of other people and tech-o advancements it is sort of expected for people to be on top of the latest gadget. I think that is why you see people all the time doing something to their smart-phones - I think most of the time  they are in a learning mode because they just purchased the latest improved one. It will take them about two weeks to learn that one and maybe in four or five weeks they will have to buy another latest that has more options.

The other week we were haggling with Lowe's about coming to repair something and before they would continue to connect us to the department we needed to talk to they insisted on having our cell phone numbers. I told them the numbers but told the person I was talking to for him to put a notation that we never turn them on unless we go somewhere. Yesterday we missed an important call from Lowe's because we didn't go anywhere. They only tried our cell phones. AARRGGggggg.

Speaking of modern gizmos that it  is expected for people to have is a fax machine. At least twice, maybe thee times, in the past months someone has asked me to fax them something or visa-versa. Their jaws drop (yet the frozen smile stays) when I say we don't have a fax machine.

Which reminds me, a few years ago was a special on TV of barbecue joints in and around Atlanta. We love to try out bbq dives whenever we can, so we taped the program on our VCR. My neighbor, 87 year old Jim, told me several times he loved good bbq, so I thought I would be neighborly if I lent him our tape. I carried the VCR tape over for him to borrow - he didn't ask for it, I thought I would suprise him. I rung his doorbell, he came to the door and I told him what it was and reached to give it to him. He didn't take it, but said, "We don't have a VCR". My jaws dropped but I kept smiling.

31 More Days Until the Varner Reunion

Bobby McEntyre


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Bob's Luck

This last Christmas season when Bob was up from Florida, about 15 days before he died, he told me that several years ago he bought a very expensive engine. I am not sure if it was a boat engine or an auto engine. It was his dream to own an engine like that and he came across an affordable one – it was affordable because it needed parts and repairs.

For the next couple of years Bob replaced the damaged parts on the engine as he came across extra money. He finally got it fixed up like a new engine, which he said cost him over $20,000. He said his dream then was to put it to use. He dreamed about his big sparkling shiny engine running. He couldn’t wait until that day.

Of course the engine was on some kind of stand to work on in his wife’s garage across the street. Bob lived in Florida.

Bob forgot to consider the human factor, which should be considered in any type of planning. One of his kids’ friend desperately needed some money. He sold Bob’s prized $20,000 engine for $35.

When Bob told me the above, he told me very calmly. Bob was the type that would explode and go into a rage over little details that went wrong. He told his ex-wife he thought his brain tumor was coming back. Maybe that was proof.

If Bob didn’t have bad luck he wouldn’t have had any luck at all.

Bob is Gone

My ex-neighbor Bob died Monday.

I say ex-neighbor because he lived near Sarasota, Florida, and before then he lived across the street. However, I think his legal residence is/was probably still across the street where his ex-wife lives. He came up two or three times a year to do maintenance of the house and do several quick jobs as a boat engine mechanic.

Bob was 57 years old when he died. He was a hyper, full of energy, and walked at a fast pace, like trying to be the first in line. He talked loud and four letter words blasted from his mouth like – well, Bob.

Bob is the reason we have a post office box instead of a street mailbox. He backed out of his own driveway at least four times, probably more, and knocked down our mailbox. All but one time he admitted he did and replaced the mailbox. The one time he said he didn’t, he was right, he didn’t, but his son, about 8 or 9 at the time, said he did it (the son) . He said something to the effect, “Remember Dad? I was playing in the truck and it started rolling backwards and it ran over the mailbox and you had to drive it back in our driveway?” Bob, said OK, OK, he will replace it. We got tired of going through the hassel each time and decided to make life simpler and get a PO box.

Through the years we had several disagreements. I won’t rehash them, it serves no purpose.

An elderly couple moved next door. The man was Jim. Jim was an old grouch. Jim and I got along great. Jim and Bob got along great. So, in a way, Jim served as a catalyst for Bob and I to mend our differences.

About two years ago Bob moved to Florida, which was for him going to where his trade would most benefit him, working on boats. For the past few years he had come up and fixed and repaired things around his ex-wife’s house. He probably spent about 4 to 5 weeks a year fixing holes in the walls (don’t ask) and other mishaps that the family has done. When he was up from Florida he always made a point to visit me. We share the same type of wit.

Jim died last February.

Just before Christmas while I was cutting grass I saw Bob walking towards me in his hyper fast pace and he shook my hand. We talked a while and he said he was feeling tired. “Not you?” I joked with him. He said, he was 57 years old and felt much older. I told him he was still a baby… and added “a baby with a mustache.”

Christmas day the house next door to Bob caught on fire and thanks to my son Adam and Adam’s friend Savvy the house was saved. Adam banged on the door to get them out and Savvy called 911. When all the police cars and fire trucks were on the street Bob came over to get the details. I jokingly told him it felt good didn’t it, for all police cars on the street and he didn’t have a thing to worry about. He laughed. Once, his house was surrounded by police, but that is another story.

He told me a man around the corner came to see him the other night, about something he didn’t say. They almost came to blows and Bob was daring the guy to hit him, which he didn’t. Bob was hoping the guy would hit him and he could call the police on him. The guy also runs a big gambling operation out of his house, Bob said.

It got me thinking that Bob never has been one to avoid face to face confrontations. I wonder if one of his face to face confrontations cost him his life.

Bob died on Jim’s birthday. He will be missed.

OMs Joyce, Margaret, & Clarence

Three OMs, Joyce, Margaret, and Clarence at the the 2010 Bell Reunion. Joyce and Clarence are husband and wife. They live in the same subdivision as we do. Their yard is the one that is kept up.

Invisible People Can't Read

If you have read my blog for any length of time you probably know at times I complain or politely grumble because I am invisible; or often ignored.

But instead of doing something positive like robbing a bank or be a spy I rather take the low road and just quietly and politely grumble about it.

Which brings me to my next “Being Ignored Adventure”: We live in a subdivision of about 200 houses. About every other week newspaper-like papers are thrown in each driveway. It is all advertising with coupons and all that sort of shoppers’ delight kind of stuff. The papers are in weather protective sacks just like the newspapers delivered and by outside appearances it is easily confuse the two.

That is all the houses get a copy but one: our house of course. The house next to us has been vacant since January. I always get the copy left in that driveway.

Another irritant with this is the people across the street always get a copy and never picks it up. The drive over and over it and finally, it just get torn into pieces and the weather carries it away.

I think the reason we don’t get one because the person delivering the papers probably has been instructed to leave them at houses with mailboxes. We don’t have a mailbox. We have a Post Office Box.

I guess that is understandable.

However, the bottom line is an unoccupied house qualifies to get the sales paper and we don’t.

Let It Be?

This morning Willow and I routinely went on our walk. It was about 6:15.

As we walked by a house about three blocks away I noticed the flickering of a flame on the corner of the back and side of a house.

I had just finished listening on my ipod LET IT BE from a John Lennon album and at the present LET IT BE was being played by the Beatles.

LET IT BE? Was that a message I was receiving from the heavens, to let it be? I just couldn’t let it be.

I walked up in the yard for a closer look. Sure enough, a flame was gently flickering on the side of the house. It seemed to be getting bigger. I noticed it had a blue base which told me it was a clean flame, probably gas. I think it was a gas leak.

I didn’t know what to do. I banged on the brass door knocker to wake the two women, a mother and a grown daughter, up. Nobody came to the door.

I went back to the street, mostly to walk off my nervous feeling which was developing into a hyper mode.

A pickup truck was coming down the street. I jumped out and waved him down. At first he was hesitant to stop, but he finally did. I told him the situation and he and I went and looked again at the flame. He asked me to try the door again and I did. They still didn’t come to the door. He asked did I want him to call 911. I said I did. He called. Then he drove away.

I waved him down for a second opinion and for someone to call 911. He served his purpose, I suppose he had other fish to fry.

Then a man who lives across the jeep came out with his dog. Sometimes when Willow and I walk his dog and Willow has nose to nose and ass to nose contact. He walked over and I updated him to why I was just standing there, in front of his house.

As I was talking to him I heard the wailing of a siren blocks away. It got louder and louder and then red-lights came over the hill flashing. The tree leaves seemed to be flashing as well. A fleet of two or three fire trucks and two or more other flashing emergency vehicles pulled up.

Willow started jumping and bucking, trying to break from me and run. Big vehicles rumbling always scare her.

I pointed them to the fire. One fireman, all dressed up in his fire-fighting uniform ran over with another fireman with a camcorder running close behind him. Then other fireman got out of their fire trucks and came over. They studied it and walked around the house. I think they were looking for a knob they could turn the gas source off, which they must have found. The flame stopped.

The man with the dog and I wondered about the mother and daughter inside. They had not come outside yet. He said he knew they were there because they only have one vehicle, a jeep, and it was parked around back.

I wondered if the leaking gas had done damage to them.

Then, we saw in the middle of the firemen was the mother in a robe talking to the firemen. Good! she is alive. And I think her daughter must be fine too, or she wouldn’t be standing there with her arms folded talking.

I told the man with the dog a quote my home remodeling contractor told me years ago, “There is no better security than a nosy neighbor.”

It appeared my quote unnerved the man. He seemed to have grimaced. He had probably had his fill of nosy neighbors. He and another man live together.

All’s well that ends well.

WELCOME BACK STEPHEN!!

Our sons' neighborhood playmate Stephen will return again in a couple of days. I think he is in transit now. He is returning from a second, maybe third, tour in one of the predominately Muslin countries.

We will be happy for the family when Stephen is safely in the home he grew up in, out of harms' way.

They grow up too quickly don't they?

Willow and her Neighbors

Hero/Fool

The below could have happened.

Willow and I were on our walk about 6:30 this morning and it was still dark. We progressed not too many steps on the street beyond our yard and I noticed some thing yellow and motion out of my side-vision. I turned my head and saw fire flames jumping in the yard next to my neighbor or maybe it was the yard after that. It was hard to tell in the dark just where the flames were.

Should I call 911? People can legally burn outside now, but by law the fire should have a person there with a hose and also it has to be in daylight hours.

I walked around the corner and looked in the backyard as I passed each houses. After three houses I did not see a fire.

Was my mind playing tricks on me? Willow and I walked back slowly, looking more carefully. We still didn’t see a flame.

I went back around the corner, and when I walked nearer to my yard, about where I saw the flames the first time, I looked and there they were. There were leaping, in a lazy sort of way and about the same size as before.

We walked in our back yard and I could see cleaner now. It was in my neighbors basement. I could see it clearer looking head-on at it. . I had my cue-stick that I fend off dogs with, I jumped over the fence, or straddled and jumped over and ran for their house. God, I had to get in and save their lives!

First I called 911 and told them to hurry. A fire was in the basement.

They have three small dogs. They have a fierce little terrier which might be a Jack Russell, a Schnauzer, and a little fluffy thing called Binky.

All three dogs came barking at me and growling, just like they do when I am in my backyard. But I was in their territory now – they were more aggressive. It caused Willow, on the other side of the fence to bark to try to scare them off me.

I didn’t have time to argue with them. I walloped two with my cue-stick and they all backed up but still were barking and growling gnashing their teeth at me.

I got to their basement door where I saw the flames and took the bigger end of my cue stick and broke the window, I reached in and turned the door knob and opened the door. I rushed in looking for the flames.

I heard footsteps and voices.

Then, in front of me, in their cozy little room they made downstairs last year was a large screen TV with the fireplace channel on.

Oh. Never mind.

But it didn't.

Dog Saga contiued

Yesterday evening I saw the woman that owns the two dogs outside and I walked over and told her about her two dogs who almost had us for lunch and I also told her I called Animal Control.

She apologized and said she would get rid of the dogs this coming weekend (don't bet on it). She also told me of her deadbeat son and deadbeat daughter and what a hard time she is having financially.

Then she hinted for a loan.

I felt like I should hold her at a distance with the same cue stick I used to hold her dogs away and slowly and cautiously back into my house swinging the stick.

Interaction Theater

What’s Going On Over There Now?

The above is an expression us neighbors have used many times when we call one another.

Members of the family across the street are always doing something bizarre. It seems that they do most their off-beat stuff in their front yard. It is like they are doing a live play, their front yard is a stage and they each have trained their voice to bellow so that there are no bad seats… everybody can hear every curse-filled sentence, whether you want to or not.

Usually how the show starts a police car or two parked out front with police officers discussing matters with some of the household members. … or it doesn’t have to be a police car, it may be a visitor that looks a bit shady that looks like he might have some business to discuss.

Four of the five houses that surround the front yard are all audience members. When an action is going on that looks strange, one will call another one and say, “What’s going on over there now?”

Then when word spreads to all houses the shades are pulled shut with just a small opening in one of the windows in each house. Then we watch, all from different angles, and discuss what is going on with our phones. Sometimes some of us will have to fill in the others on what happened earlier that day. All but old Jim, 88 years old. Jim just leans on a rake and stands in his yard as close as possible to the action and looks on them wide-eyed and never blinks.

The above picture is a stage prop that is a big bunny that I thought looked interesting. It has been on top of their garbage can since the teenage boy’s girlfriend and their 2 kids moved out, with a police escort, last week,

This morning, unfortunately, I was part of the action. I was an actor. But it was before daylight, so no one could see me.

This morning at 6:30 I stepped out to take Willow for our morning walk. I noticed the two dogs from across the street under the street light, just hanging out. One of the dogs is a pitbull dog.

I heard that the pitbull dog attacking an elderly lady and her dog. The elderly lady and the dog ended up with gashes. Willow and I went back in, went to the basement and I picked out a well-balanced cut-off cue stick, and we went on our walk.

When we were walking on our driveway the dogs were no place to be seen. Then, once on the street they came galloping up barking and growling. One of them lunged at Willow. I whacked him on the side of the head. It stunned him but didn’t stop him. The other one kept lunging and each time I swung. After the first hit they both artfully dodged my swings. The people across the street were not home.

They dogs backed us into the house. I sat there and simmered for a while. I can’t even go on a walk. I’ll be damn!

I called my neighbor Jim and told him the situation. He said a few days ago he noticed the dogs were looking very skinny and neglected and he thought they were starving so he cooked up a batch of hamburger meat and carried over to them…which they quickly gobbled up.

I told him I was going to call Animal Control. It was dangerous to have them loose. There is a leash law. He agreed.

Oh wait, I forgot, the laws don’t apply to that family.

I called Animal Control. They said OK. That was about 8:00 this morning. I noticed the pitbull was sitting on their front step (center stage) about 8:00pm, 12 hours later.

Action!

Claim to Fame

My neighbor called yesterday and asked have we looked at the little newsletter insert in our water bill yet.

No, we had not, but went to the part to see, per her direction.

The newsletter is a little public service newsletter that is stuffed with the water bill every month. It tells festivals and concerts on tap and other items of public interest, plus remind us of county ordinances that are being abused.

There was a picture of our neighbor's house across the street.

I thought whoever took the picture was kind. If they pointed the lens just a little to the left to show the driveway there might be old car engines, four or five junked cars, tools with grass growing around them, fast food packages*, and maybe a couple of boats waiting to be repaired. And if you think that is terrible, don't look in the back yard.

Here is the text that was with the above picture:

The front lawn is not a parking lot

Staff reports

According to the Cobb County Code, vehicles may not be parked in the grass or unimproved surface between the roadway and the home’s front setback. In the R-30, R-20, R-15, R-12, RD, RA-4 and RA-5 zoned districts, parking allows only one vehicle, one boat and one recreational vehicle, or any combination totaling three, in the rear or side yard on a hardened surface.

In the R-40, R-80 and RR zoned districts, any combination of boats and recreational vehicles exceeding three must be screened from public roadways via a buffer (approved by the Cobb County landscape architect) or fencing.

A hardened surface is either concrete, asphalt or a heavy tar and gravel mix. The use of concrete blocks, pavers, runners or other similar materials will be considered as a treated and hardened surface as long as it is installed permanently in the ground (not loosely on top). When parked, all tires of the vehicles must be on a hardened surface.

Violations of this code will result in a notice of violation issued for compliance. If the property remains in violation, a citation will be issued to appear in Magistrate Court. County code states per OCGA 36-1-20, violator may be incarcerated for a period not to exceed 60 days and/or fined $100-$1,000. More detailed information is available in the county code on the county clerk’s Web page at www.cobbcounty.org or by calling Code Enforcement at 770-528-2180. Additional information is also available at the Code Enforcement Web site.