December 14, 2014
This week, I want to post on the proposed QuikTrip on Ponce de Leon between Penn and Argonne Aves. Though the bulk of the conversation is happening on the local Nextdoor message board, I figure any discussion is good discussion. Plus, it gives me a reason to keep up with local development in my neighborhood.
The basics of the discussion is whether or not a currently undeveloped parking lot could be better utilized as a QuikTrip gas station, or can the neighborhood hold out for something more upscale?
On spec, I am general fan of anything that can help bridge the recent new developments near Peachtree with the up-and-coming Ponce City Market corridor. In fact, I think anyone in the neighborhood would back a developer that wants to step up and add value to Ponce over some businesses that might thrive off the seedier elements of the neighborhood.
On the other hand, I do see the points brought up by many of my neighbors. There are environmental, traffic flow, and security concerns that have to be dealt with not to mention the debate over the historic vs. modern character of Ponce de Leon, itself.
There’s even a debate about whether or not a QuikTrip might drive out the last vestiges of in-neighborhood businesses like L & M Service Market at 6th and Argonne. Just to put it out there, the defense of L & M is probably my strongest personal call to arms. I love that market and its owners and would rather the streets run red with QT slushy juice than see L & M shut down…just sayin….
Ultimately though, my opinion is just one of many. I’m going to try to make it to the public hearing at Jason’s Deli on 10th, Tuesday night at 8 PM. If you’re interested, I suggest you go to.
Until then, I’ll be at L & M buying up all their Whynattes just in case….hey, you can never be too prepared, right?!
October 10, 2011
It’s funny how things work out.
Contrary to my well-laid plans, I ending spending the better half of Atlanta Pride on Sunday stuck in traffic in my grandmother’s car. As much as I wanted to enjoy it, it turns out pride isn’t nearly as fun rolling down West Peachtree in a 10 year-old tan Lexus no matter how many times they play Lady Gaga on the radio.
Instead, a mix of occurrences called my best friend and I out to Vinings (Atlanta’s version of the Bronx). Between that and schlepping my Grandmother, Aunt and cousin to see Wicked at the Fox Theater, the most of the pride parade I got to see consisted of the rental trucks used for the floats trying aimlessly to find their way back to the interstate.
I’m not complaining, mind you. The Fox run was planned well in advance and I was happy to do it. The trip out to Vinings was unexpected but turned out to be definitely of benefit to my friend who had been going through a rough patch.
What had stuck in my craw actually occurred the night before on what turned out to be a bad third date. It was one of those situations where we were both trying really hard to be what each other wanted and it was obvious that it wasn’t going to work. I felt crappy enough being the one to say, “let’s just be friends” that getting up the next morning and being “fabulous” was just not on the menu.
Suffice it to say, I woke up on Sunday morning a little frustrated an it just kind of went downhill from there.
Luckily I wasn’t alone. After we returned, my best friend Grace* and I agreed that we needed to take our friend Karen*, the one we had just met in Vinings, out to drinks and a movie later that evening. Over wine and flatbread at The Grape in Atlantic Station we all kind of bonded over the frustrations of recently dating a guys that just didn’t live up to expectations.
We ended the night having WAY too much fun at a showing of What’s Your Number, a romantic comedy about screwed up relationships. The irony and appropriateness of how we ended the evening didn’t escape us.
As annoying as it was to miss the parade, I ended up my own little version of pride on Sunday. Good friends, family and a story worth telling. Isn’t that enough to celebrate not just one day of the year but every day?
*Names changed to protect the “innocent”