Atlanta is a disaster. I don’t mean that to use that word in a specifically directed assault towards our leadership, our infrastructure, or the general state of affairs. I mean it as a literal description of the major and minor thoroughfares getting people to and from their offices, schools, and any other location besides where they reside.
Atlanta traffic at 8:00PM last night
Yesterday at about 12:30, snow started falling in the metro area. Almost in unison, the entire city left where-ever they were, got in their car, and got on the road. Everyone. Over five million people. The horror stories on the roads are almost incomprehensible. 8+ hour commutes. People parking their cars and walking miles to their final destination. Kids stuck at school overnight. I posted on Instagram that it took me five hours to get home. At the time, I thought it was awful, but it pales in comparison to what the majority of commuters experienced. Today I feel lucky. I am home. I saved my fiance’s sister in the city, then eventually went and saved my fiance from Peachtree St. in South Buckhead after dark. My 4×4 and I did just fine. We are all here, warm, doing great. Making venison biscuits and gravy.
When a disaster like this happens, it is great to see the reaction of the people of our city. After a few hours of personal frustration, it seemed that the mood changed to compassion as the sun went down. Scrolling through the FaceSpace and watching the news – there are multiple stories the confirm the good that is the citizens of Atlanta. I saw people pushing cars up hills. I saw multiple stories about friends taking in complete strangers. Home Depot, Target, Publix, and other businesses took in anyone that could fit to get them off the roads. The SnowedOutAtlanta Facebook page that became a resource for connecting. One story about a friend who took in stranded motorists and a busload of kids into her house is the ultimate show of goodwill.
Howell Mill Rd. about 7:30 this morning
How wonderful is it that in such a time of crisis, our people step up to the challenge. It wasn’t government mandated, it was on their own. Neighbors helping neighbors. I know that those up north may look and snicker about how us Southerners can’t handle the snow…but this only happens once every couple of years. We don’t have any practice. Give us a break. I’m never taking the ‘it’s just a dusting, we’ll be OK’ position ever again. I believe that is the general sentiment from most fellow Atlantans. Regardless, it’s nice knowing that if any of us experience any distress, help isn’t far away.