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Before I get into the good stuff, be sure to check out what the FHB editors are posting somewhere on the website (I’m not so good at linking…)They’re here at NAHB Atlanta checking out the floor and some seminars.
What you won’t read about are the after hours activities and the press room. Now I’m sure I’ll get in trouble if I let out all the goings on but here’s a couple of safe events.
Fine Dining is the in-house Taunton press newsletter that editors circulate. Since they all travel out all around the USA to see us authors, they are always on the search for local, better than average cuisine. Without a local host here in Atlanta, they were on their own. My Winnebago was commadeered as the transport to get off the MARTA line fast food selections. With Andy Engel riding shotgun and my wife Susan and Roe Osborn reading the detailed street map at the table in back, I tried to navigate through the narrowest streets I’ve ever seen. Down here they plant electric poles right inside the curb and tilt the poles into the street.
Andy kept me abreast of how close I was to clipping the pole-tops and kept reading off the street names as we wizzed by to Roe and Susan could figure out where the heck we were. Had there been brass rings on the poles, Andy would go home with a pillow sack full.
Then there was the infamous Atlanta highway traffic jambs, and the 3 ton limit bridge (I’m 10,000 lbs. pluss), and of course – U turns. We broke more traffic laws in 1.5 hours than I ever have in my life.
Oh, We did find a place and the food was excellent. Andy and Roe sampled several brews and I had gingerale (they were out of root beer).
Saturday night was an on foot trek around through the cool wind downtown. If it weren’t for JLC editor, Dave Crosby, Roe, Andy, Susan, Chuck Bickford and I would probably have spent the night lost.
Unfortunately Kevin Ireton couldn’t join us either night for dinner, but I understand he may be taking the saddle of one of the Harleys on the show floor for a picture with a scantly clad young woman (I can’t believe manufacturers still try to sell their products with cheap sex gimmics)
As an asside, Norm Abram had a fairly long line of wana-bees waiting for his autograph. Bob Vila must have had “E – Bola quaranteen area” posted somewhere by his table…..
Back to the show floor, wish you were here.
Mike Guertin
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mike... did you have your purple shirt on while you cruised the floor ?
keep 'em comming..
*No, I wore my Horner Millwork sweatshirt - dark blue. A few guys asked where my booth was.Mike
*Mike, I've got to tell you that that was some of the finest Winnebago wrangling I've ever seen. I was a little worried at the cross-country trip across Centennial Olympic Park, but at least that got the cops off our tail.Andy
*andy.. tell guertin i'm faxing my horner salesman for my sweatshirt as we speak....
*So Mike did You guys find the Cheetah III if it is still open. Not a place for the wives but a few of us checked it out on a previous trip. Skip
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Before I get into the good stuff, be sure to check out what the FHB editors are posting somewhere on the website (I'm not so good at linking...)They're here at NAHB Atlanta checking out the floor and some seminars.
What you won't read about are the after hours activities and the press room. Now I'm sure I'll get in trouble if I let out all the goings on but here's a couple of safe events.
Fine Dining is the in-house Taunton press newsletter that editors circulate. Since they all travel out all around the USA to see us authors, they are always on the search for local, better than average cuisine. Without a local host here in Atlanta, they were on their own. My Winnebago was commadeered as the transport to get off the MARTA line fast food selections. With Andy Engel riding shotgun and my wife Susan and Roe Osborn reading the detailed street map at the table in back, I tried to navigate through the narrowest streets I've ever seen. Down here they plant electric poles right inside the curb and tilt the poles into the street.
Andy kept me abreast of how close I was to clipping the pole-tops and kept reading off the street names as we wizzed by to Roe and Susan could figure out where the heck we were. Had there been brass rings on the poles, Andy would go home with a pillow sack full.
Then there was the infamous Atlanta highway traffic jambs, and the 3 ton limit bridge (I'm 10,000 lbs. pluss), and of course - U turns. We broke more traffic laws in 1.5 hours than I ever have in my life.
Oh, We did find a place and the food was excellent. Andy and Roe sampled several brews and I had gingerale (they were out of root beer).
Saturday night was an on foot trek around through the cool wind downtown. If it weren't for JLC editor, Dave Crosby, Roe, Andy, Susan, Chuck Bickford and I would probably have spent the night lost.
Unfortunately Kevin Ireton couldn't join us either night for dinner, but I understand he may be taking the saddle of one of the Harleys on the show floor for a picture with a scantly clad young woman (I can't believe manufacturers still try to sell their products with cheap sex gimmics)
As an asside, Norm Abram had a fairly long line of wana-bees waiting for his autograph. Bob Vila must have had "E - Bola quaranteen area" posted somewhere by his table.....
Back to the show floor, wish you were here.
Mike Guertin