After a positive cardiologist's report, life seemed grand as I drove down Peachtree Road back home.
Atlanta's premier street holds many life memories: our wedding at Christ the King, the births of our children at Piedmont Hospital, afib hospitalizations, plays, concerts and art exhibits at the Woodruff Arts Center.
Over the years, new buildings have risen on Peachtree, but many of the old places remain. Along with the soaring condos, shops in 1930s-era low-rise buildings offer a range of services. E. Rivers Elementary teaches neighborhood children. Long-standing restaurants and bars stay busy.
During a weekend visit to Washington, I marveled at the capital's monuments. Atlanta will never match Washington's grandeur, but it has Peachtree Road.
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