The older gentleman from the train stop actually lived on. I didn’t exactly shoot him. It’s more accurate to say that, instead of committing an act of callous destruction, I pressed the skip button my MP3 player and heard a different song. But, does accuracy in reporting really matter? I don’t know.
I do know that the Marta transport arrived soon after my landing at the bottom of the stairs, gracefully wandering past the older gentleman and sorta reclining upon the concrete platform next to the wooden bench.
Time continued to pass.
Babies were born. Wars ended and peace treaties were signed. New skirmishes and battles started elsewhere. People all over the world shopped. At Wal-Mart mostly. Starbucks coffeehouses throughout the Atlanta area maintained their productivity and made sure that important drinks such as Caramel Apple Spice, Peppermint Hot Chocolate, Cafe Misto, Caffè Vanilla Frappuccino Light Blended and Orange Mango Smoothies were all available for mass consumption.
Thus, I met Brian at the Midtown Marta station. His blackish/blueish Jeep rolled into the tiny parking lot and I hopped in, noticing that his southern attire had in unison with that of so many white dudes in Georgia, Alabama, etc., the virtually identical styles that changed as fast as the line at the Department of Motor Vehicles. But, that’s okay. His hair was a standout. It showed the originality of a person who……
Okay. Not at all. It looked about as original as……..look, it just wasn’t original. You know, it was that bowl cut kind of thing. His hair looked like 99,000 other people from outside the Atlanta perimeter and countless others inside. The point is, Andy is sensitive about these things. He an ex-Californian who lives under the impression and possible delusion that in that great state, people practice some form of distinction from each other, individualism even. Andy can remember his high school experiences in Dothan, AL, where Brian is from (although they didn’t meet until junior college). Andy was shocked to see that nearly everyone dressed the same. It was as if the whole state of Alabama was one large private school with strict attire or a fraternity/sorority with a desperate urge to make all people fit into the same mold. It seemed like the khaki pants with polo shirt fashion combination that he repeatedly witnessed had more in common with the buzz cut hairdos of the 1950s and early 1960s than anything truly worthy of the 1990s.
Oh, so, then Brian drove us to a nearby restaurant called The Wandering Elephant. There, Andy and Brian were distracted by many, many desirable young women. Brian mentioned that “Hey, this is where you should hang out”, meaning that since Andy wasn’t married, he should be scouting around this area for prey…………I mean, a suitable mate. Brian is actually quite harmless and docile, as far from a “player” as possible. He was just making a playful statement. However, Andy was mesmerized by the seemingly infinite eye candy, thus forgetting all about Natasha.
What’s the deal with the title above, anyway? This story has nothing to do with the question of “Didn’t The World’s Only Starship Land Here?”