I have a friend who collects Jordans. He buys the new ones when they come out, and he looks at them for a little while, and then he puts them back in the box, and puts them away. If you visit his home, you may be able to get him to play "Show and Tell". When he and his wife moved into their new home, I tried to sell him on actually displaying the shoes in nice plastic boxes on the wall in their "office", but his wife vetoed that idea.

Anyway, this is something that I'm not into. I'm just not.

My friend is not alone. Not by a long shot. There are MANY people who eagerly anticipate the release of new Jordans.

So eagerly, in fact, that they will stand in line in front of the store and wait for it to open on the day the shoes are released. Rather, the night:

That's right. The Athlete's Foot near my house opens at midnight so that people can buy the latest Jordans.

The first time Mrs. Mau and I witnessed this, we had NO idea what it was, and were SO curious to find out what was going on to cause all of the commotion, that we pulled into the parking lot and asked someone:

"Hey man. What's going on here?"

"The Jordans." - This guy had a weird high-pitched voice, plus he was clearly not from the South because it sounded more like "The Joy-ens."

"The what?"

"The Joy-ens. You know. Shoes." With this, he actually pointed at his feet to get his point across.

"Oh. Okay. 'Preciate dat." And we motored the window back up.

With this, Mrs. Mau and I looked at the line at the door (at least 30 people), looked at the marquee, and then back at teach other. Quizzically.

"Wow." We were silent for a few moments after that.

That's right. The new Nike Air Jordan basketball shoes. Actually, in the picture above, it's more appropriate to say "The new old Nike Air Jordan basketball shoes." Because these were the Retro ones.

I live in Decatur.

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p.s. Can YOU tell that the "8" on the marquee in the picture above is upside down? I certainly can. I see that kind of stuff all the time, and it bugs me.

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I'll tell you whose house.


That's right. It's Mamma Nem's House. I caught this just a week ago in Stone Mountain, on the way to visit a friend. had to pull a U-Turn to go back and snap this photo, but it was worth it.

Not much to say about this one. I DO wish they would have gotten a graphic designer to help out with this sign, though. The way those "m"s are so wide that they encroach on the other letters is pretty disgusting. And the "e" in "Nem's" just looks out of place. It doesn't really match the rest of the font.

That being said, I wish them luck on this new venture. It's hard out there.

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You know, you can take the "person" out of 'Bama, but you can't take the Bama out of the person.

I mean, look at it. Look at the background. This is a nice neighborhood! These aren't punk-ass houses! Why?!?!

Why do you attach your mailbox to the post with DUCT TAPE?!

I saw this in my friend Chris' neighborhood. I have asked him to keep an eye on this to see how long it stays like this.

Poor. Sad and poor.

Do better.

I live in Decatur. Know What I'm Sayin'??

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This may be the WORST installment of ILiD so far. Or maybe the BEST. Depends on your perspective, I suppose. It's all in the perspective. This place is actually in neighboring Stone Mountain, and not in Decatur, but that's really all semantics.

Ready? HHeeeerrreeee we go.

I submit this building:



Looks fine, right? Well, looks can be deceiving. This building was build 3 or 4 years ago. I remember when it was going up. According to my Mom, this building sold fried turkeys one hear, and then was supposed to be a roti shop. I can honestly sat that I've NEVER seen a business actively operating out of here. Any ideas why?

How about this: I'll give you a different perspective on the whole situation. Scroll down.




















Keep scrolling. Trust me. It's worth the wait.



















Okay. Here we go.



Yup. Your eyes aren't lying to you. This building is only maybe 8 feet deep. Like I said. Perspective.

It doesn't make any sense, really. Why would someone go through the expense of building a BRICK structure, and only make it 8 feet deep? Does it even have a bathroom?

Just odd.
I live in Decatur.

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This one just speaks for itself, don't ya think?


I took this just this past Saturday. I was out with Mrs. Mau and my dear Mother, and one of us saw this. Luckily, I was driving, so neither of them had a say in the matter of whether or not we would stop.

That's right. I live in Decatur.

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That's right.  I live in Decatur.

So, a LONG time ago, I saw this marquee, and it REALLY bothered me.  I'm embarrassed to even think about how long I talked about taking a picture of it and sharing before I actually did so.  I finally found myself with a few free minutes, and my digital camera in the car.

Thing is, I can't quite put my finger on what it is that bothers me so much.  Could it be...

1. I know people call Atlanta "Da A", but I think it's going a bit far to put "Da A" on a marquee.
2. This place technically isn't in Atlanta.  It's in Decatur.
3. Wings and Lasagne?!  Those don't go together.  Come on.
4. What's up with that ampersand?  I didn't even see that abomination until just now.

I think "I Live in Decatur" will be a recurring thing here on the site.  I'll share weird things that I see here in town.

Hope all is well with you and yours.

Holla.

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