Yesterday, President Trump was here in the Atlanta area. As I watched him on TV, it reminded me of a story my mama told me about how she ended up with COVID.
My mother is good friends with a lady and her husband. The husband is an attorney, and one of his close friends serves on President Trump’s legal team.
When Trump came down with COVID back in 2o2O, the attorney on his team got it. He then passed it to my mama’s friend… and my mama caught it from him.
So around our house we’ve always joked that President Trump gave my sweet mama the COVID…
If you had an unlimited budget for 24 hours, what would you do?
This prompt reminded me of a story that happened to me years ago…
I was probably 19 or 20 years old. Early ’90s.
My uncle owned a tree cutting and removal company, and every now and then he’d call me if he needed an extra hand. One spring, Atlanta got hit with some nasty weather. High winds came through and left trees down all over the place.
We spent the day working in some of the high-end neighborhoods around Buckhead. On one particular street, there were trees down everywhere. My uncle and I split up and started knocking on doors to see if anyone needed our services.
One property caught my attention.
A massive oak tree had fallen across the front yard. The place was beautiful. A long winding driveway climbed a hill to a huge old house that looked like something out of a movie.
So I made the walk up.
It seemed to take forever.
When I finally got to the front door, I noticed it was open. I stopped for a second and called out.
“Hello? Anybody home?”
Nothing.
I knocked a few times.
Still nothing.
I called out again.
Nothing.
So I leaned my head just inside the doorway.
All the lights were on.
And sitting in the middle of the room was a large table.
Now that was strange enough.
But what was on the table was stranger.
The entire thing was covered in stacks of cash.
Not a few piles.
Stacks and stacks of money.
The table was loaded with it.
To this day I have no idea how much was sitting there, but it was more money than I’d ever seen in one place in my life.
Naturally, all kinds of thoughts started running through my head.
This just isn’t a situation a person finds themselves in very often.
But along with the surprise came a strange feeling that I shouldn’t be there.
Something told me it was time to leave.
So I left.
End of story.
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As for the prompt itself…
I’d use it to help people who actually need it.
The funny thing is, I can still do this without an unlimited budget.
Growing up in Atlanta… if word got out that I answered this prompt with anything other than Chick-fil-A… I’d probably get ostracized, kicked out of church, and have my house egged in the night by a pastor dressed like a ninja…
So yeah… let’s keep the chicken-lovin’ Bible Belt Army happy-happy, as Phil from Duck Dynasty would say…
Seriously though… it’s a freakin’ amazin’ place for fast eats. Chick-fil-A was born here in Atlanta… started by Truett Cathy… a legend in these parts. A great Christian man… a man who really cared about his employees and his customers… he built his business on biblical principles… a man who was always closed on Sunday.
I’ve even got a personal story tied to him.
My ex-girlfriend’s grandmother owned and ran a newspaper here in Atlanta for many years called The Southside Insider. She was friends with Mr. Cathy… and he actually sold her the building for that newspaper for $1. I always thought that was pretty cool.
I never got to meet him… I almost did. Missed him a few times in passing… but I’ve been blessed to hear many stories about him.
So from its humble beginnings here in my city… Chick-fil-A is now everywhere. But it’s different here in Atlanta. Different than anywhere else.
Here… we’ve got the Dwarf Houses and Truett’s Grill.
If yall can fit through the door… then by all means… come on in and have a seat 😎
These places aren’t just fast food joints… they feel like actual restaurants. You can sit down… be waited on… and get menu items folks in other places have probably never even heard of.
One of them is found only at the Dwarf Houses and Truett’s Grill…
Ladies and gentlemen… I present to you… The Hot Brown.
Man…
Let me describe this thing!
It’s like a casserole-style dish with white meat chicken in a rich cream-style gravy like thick sauce… but it’s not a gravy, really, I don’t think… and it’s covered in melted cheddar… topped with strips of bacon… and served with toast.
You’re just gonna have to trust me on this one.
I wouldn’t lie to you. my taste buds are elite.
I wish I had one right now.
And their sweet iced tea? elite too.
When I’m not goin’ with the Hot Brown… my next favorite is the spicy chicken sandwich with pepper jack and waffle fries. The mac ’n’ cheese is worth fightin’ for… and the cheesecake is straight-up badass.
So if you’re ever in the Atlanta area… now you know what you need to do.
I might just see you there.
Lunch is on me.
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And in me.
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Bawk! 🐔…
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Comedian Tim Hawkins-songs about Chick-fil-A
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The Hot BrownMy lunch from last month
📖 Colossians 3:23–24 (NIV)
“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters…”
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