"I would not like nights so bright you could not see the stars." -- Akira Kurosawa

About Me

My photo
I grew up in a family of Southern storytellers. Back in 2004, I started Whole Bean to continue the tradition in a new medium. Over the years, I've written about families and friends, peculiar situations, extended road trips, recalcitrant home appliances, and many things for which I'm truly grateful. I hope you enjoy your time here.
© 2004-2021 Whole Bean. Powered by Blogger.


Since I can't watch much TV without falling asleep, driving around town seems to have become my way to relax. (If you live in Atlanta, you may find this very hard to believe, but I'm talking about non-rush hour here.) In a peculiar turn of events, Atlantans seem to be increasingly turning to the city to find a place to live. Twenty years ago, some 70,000 people fled the city (about 450,000 at the time) for the increasingly far-flung suburbs, but with commute times to many areas now the longest of any city in America (according to statistics released in 2004), people are taking a second look at living so far out. The problem is that with some 4.5 million people in the metropolitan area, not everyone can move in, and the prices are skyrocketing.

As spring approaches, I'll probably be continuing to cruise the streets to post some interesting finds. One which I recently came across is the historic (they have a newer facility) Scottish Rite Hospital complex in the Oakhurst district of Atlanta. For you locals, that's south of Decatur and north of Memorial Drive. I snapped a few pictures of the complex, and tell me, does this look like a hospital? If so, check me in!