Around A Town - The ATL Aquarium

Can I tell you that I’ve been fiending a trip to the Atlanta Aquarium for 3 years? But this summer I fiiiinally made it there along with my daughter and beau who were visiting from California. On the first attempt, we we almost wrecked the car into a sign that said, “All tickets are sold out for the day.” Arghhhhhhh! Can you imagine my disappointment? That was painful. And the little parking attendant said to me, “I know you’ve had dreams all your life of being a mermaid… but not today!”  I looked over at Jay and said, what the hell? We chucked wondering if he had come up with that all by himself, and just how many times he had said that this day, lol.” (He seemed “ a little slow.” Annnyhowwwww, we made a U-turn and was forced to go to with plan B. Determined to come back bright and early (ish) the following day, we opted on purchasing the tickets online ahead of time to insure entry. The little parking attendant dude redeemed himself by giving us a break on our parking. God bless him! Pschhhhe, “Dreaming of being a mermaid…” INDEED, Don’t let these young good looks fool, ya… I am in my 50’s. Plus, I can’t even be sure who he was looking to, he had something going on with his eyes… just kidding, lol.

The parking deck was packed, we finally found a spot, after about 15 minutes. Old as I am, I had to refrain from trotting to the entrance. I was feeling like a kid in a candy shop, eyes wide and looking in every direction at once. Coming into a very wide-open round space, a cross between a multi-level Mall “food court” and a movie theatre, every direction was calling… so many interesting things to look at and experience. SeaWorld in San Diego, CA and “Shamu” were the last Waterworld attraction I’ve seen and that was in the 1980’s. (Shhhhh, I' don’t want to hear it, yes it’s been quite a while.) But it was outdoors, by the ocean… lt’s pretty much like being on a different planet. Still, Atlanta’s Aquarium is bright, fresh looking, and elegant with modern architecture (just as good if not better than the previously mention sea life attraction.)

There are many rooms that are set up like a zoo, having animals, turtles, and fish behind thick glass there were some open tanks such as the sting ray petting exhibit and my favorite, the curiously beautiful Albino Alligators. One was lying underneath the heat lamp, palms up, soaking in the artificial sun. Whenever the orator spoke his name, he opened one piercing pink eye for the briefest of moments to say “Yo, what’s up.” Now, I’m not real proud of it but I did wonder what albino alligator skinned shoes, a belt and a purse might look like…I know, I know, how terrible! They were rare and sooo beautiful… so I quickly shook the thought from my mind. Oh don’t look at me like that, I’m quite sure I wasn’t the only diva who thought so. Moving on…

My second favorite attraction was underneath the huge tank. I’ve never seen a people mover-conveyor belt like the one at the airport used in this way before.  On-lookers glide through a tunnel UNDER the huge tank, spaced and without bumping into one another, what a brilliant idea! . What a wonder it is to see the sea life in this way. It felt like you could just reach out and touch their under bellies. It was like a 2-lane highway, except all the traffic, strollers and clogging was in lane 2. If I had to choose one favorite “fishy animal,” said my inner child… it would be the giant Manna Ray. 

On the way to my top pick, I made a pit stop to the jelly fish exhibit.  The area was very dark but lit up by the iridescent glow of the mesmerizing and fluid phantom looking fish, that inflated and deflated, floating up and drifting down continuously while onlookers oogled and ahhed. Why I though of the cartooned Will Smith in Shark Tale (Dreamwors, 2004) lol, idk…  I could’ve stood there for hours more in a trance staring at the colors, marveling at the movement and wondering what the shock of touching them feels like. The creativity of our God, smh. But I had one more visual feast to get to…my top pick!

The Biggest biggest, clearest tank I’ve ever experienced, the home of the 3 Whale Sharks. My first thought was, outside looking in is a much better deal … a shark swam past my face, his eyes locked with mine for an infinitesimal second and it chilled me to the bone. Oooooo, yep that is why I struggle with the idea of snorkeling.  And then like a huge floating bus came one of the 3 whale sharks, massive, toothless, and intimidating. So much to look at… Baluga whales, hammerhead sharks, manna rays and various types of fish, including a school of silver fish whose formation was continuously dispersed and re-aligned after intruding sharks and others swam through their ranks (reminded me of  “Finding Nemo” and Dory.)  

And I loved it all.  If you should make your way here to Atlanta, The Aquarium is a must see for families and individuals.  If you are not a fan crowds, like myself, let me suggest an off-season weekday.

Around A Town : The Apex Museum

To be quite honest I have procrastinated writing this article, only because my general goal is to create pieces that all readers can enjoy. This post brings up a topic that is not a comfortable one… Museums are all about celebrating the in History. But African and Black American History is filled with glory, discovery, invention, and unfortunately you can’t talk about where we are until you at least understand where we come from. And slavery was a very dark and ugly, but impactful element of our history. One many people what us to just get over, but to them I say… address the situation, acknowledge how one race benefited by demoralizing, oppressive often violent treatment and mistreatment of others and make restitution for the pain and suffering that was caused (just like they did with Native Americans, the Japanese and Korean and more.  And then maybe people can heal.

Ok, enough of my personal feelings, as you can tell I too feel “some kind of way” when reflecting on those 400 years of tyranny and bondage. Moving on… Track with me as I describe my experience touring the APEX Museum in Atlanta, Georgia.

Parking outside what looked like a “Colored Entrance” from the Jim Crow days, we soberly entered the museum. There was an open door, a hallway, and a wider point of entry a few yards ahead of that.  I choose to go through the furthest point and circle back to see what I passed up on my way out.  Rounding the corner to the left I came face to face with a dark tunnel with a tall black mannequin chained standing in front as if guarding it… My heart leaped and I was mesmerized by the sight. For a moment I couldn’t move. And then I noticed a sign that said, “The Point of No Return.” And I don’t know… I just couldn’t handle it at that moment, so I continued on to the left to “The Timeline.” The Timeline showed in brief but inspiring detail the journey of black people from ancient times from Africa royalty, as Egyptian Pharaohs, Warrior Queens, the mass hi-jacking, and to more current times such as the sad, sad, and still yet unacknowledged Bombing of the Black Wall Street, Jim Crow, and the Civil Rights movement… wow. my emotions were really stirring.  One thing I really liked was that each display had a UR code to give additional info.

Knowing that he (the very tall, cold black mannequin) was standing behind me to the right I made a wide berth to the back of the tunnel, passing a cute little store on the left with books, info, jewelry, and other stuffs visitors could purchase to commemorate the experience.  Coming around the back of the tunnel straight ahead I notice scantily clad mannequins, wearing little more than loin cloths standing  on a platform with a full-length cloth advertisement behind them to the right that had imprinted on it:  “TO BE SOLD… 250 fine healthy NEGROES… It stopped me in my tracks and my mouth fell open. I blinked a couple of times and turned my head to the left and directly before my gaze was several bottoms of feet… shackled together.  My God it was a replica of a slave ship.  I backed up so that I could focus on the whole thing. And my heart sank.  Even now when I think of what they went through and the conditions they were forced to endure, I just want to cry. Laying shoulder to shoulder with shackles on their necks, wrists, and ankles… Packed into a wooden groove with barely enough space to lift their heads and look around… like fruit paced in a box one next to the other.  They could barely move. If they had to vomit or use the restroom, they had to just do it where they lay. And if that weren’t’ enough there was another wooden layer with more human cargo above them like a bunk.  So, you can just image the filth, the smell… and literally being covered by it for months.  And what if the person you’re chained to dies… First of all, they didn’t know why they were taken or where they were going. Smh, I, I CAN’T… Talk about trauma. 

Behind me were chairs and the film was about to start, which explained so much more. And finally, the story behind the chained black man and tunnel was explained. Its where strong African men and women entered as people, were packed in a shipping crate like fruit going to a farmers’ market, and then when arriving on the other end were sold like cattle to the highest bidder. That’s the door of no return. It turned royalty to chattel.  They were beat, studded out, raped, breeded, lynched, subjugated, separated from other loved ones, and demoralized - they worked until they died and never saw their homeland again. More info was given on the progression of Black people in the film and when it was over. I thought I couldn’t take anymore. I quickly made my way past the table with artifacts and saw the replica of the black drug store… before heading down the hallway with plaques and info lining both walls I stuck my head into the door and went into the room, the first open doorway from the entrance… It was a room filled with bios of black women scientists! So cool… I made a quick loop and headed back down the hallway. I started to get excited as I heard a young black man exclaim into the camera that was filming him… “These are all the inventions Black people have made over the years!  Why isn’t any of this in the History books?” Amongst the names and pictures were their actual patent numbers.  Just to name a few…  

The Thermostat Control, the Air Conditioning Unit, and the  Motor - Fredrick M Jones (1939, 1949), Almanac - Benjamin Banneker (1791), Automatic Cut-off Switch - Granville T Woods (1889), Blood Plasma Bag - Charles Drew (1945), Bicycle frame - I. R. Johnson (1899), The Elevator - Alexander Miles (1867), The Fire Extinguisher - TJ Marshal (1872), Folding Bed - LC Bailey (1889), The Folding Chair - Brody & Sugar (1889), Guitar - Robert F Fleming, Jr (1886), Ice cream Scoop - AL Cralle (1897), The Lawn Mower - JA Burr (1889), Lawn Sprinkler - JW Smith (1897), The Mailbox - Paul B Downing (1939), Riding Saddles - W D Davis (1896), Spark Plug - Edmond Berger (1830), The Straightening Comb - Madam CJ Walker (1905), The Street Sweeper - Charles B Brook (1890), the Telephone Transmitter - Granville Woods (1884), The Traffic Light - Garrett Morgan (1923), The Tricycle - M A Cherry (1888), Ice cream - Augustus Jacks, The Gas heater and Clothes dryer - BF Jackson and the Potato Chip - Huram S Thomas. Even Michael Jackson had a paten up there for the I was really amazed at the ingenuity of our people.  We invented the horseshoe, even Michael Jackson was on the wall of fame for creating the shoe apparatus from Smooth Criminal, remember that?  Such amazing ingenuity, vision, and genius. There are many many more that it seems like history books have just overlooked. Lastly on the table at the end of the hall were,  an eggbeater, train box cars, and the “insect destroyer” pump. At the exit ,I looked back one more time.  I closed my eyes for a moment and gave myself permission to feel the sadness and then the pride. Thank you, Apex Museum (and staff), for today. You have lifted my head just a little bit higher. 

If you’re in Atlanta, don’t forget to stop by and check it out.

Summer 2021: Around Town Atlanta, GA #1

Summer 2020 was a total bust thanks to COVID 19 and the subsequent shutting down of the town.  For all of you that have school aged kids that are stuck in the house and home-schooling, God bless you! I am so glad my kids are grown that I don’t know what to do.  Much respect to you all, I don’t think I could’ve done it. Anywhooooo… due to the “Evrathings closed and there’s absolutely nuthin’ to do” situation I was forced, forced I tell you to Netflix binge! I have this bouchie, straight-backed barrel chair with a lumbar pillow which I paired with the ottoman of my “granny chair” which is against the side wall but angled ever so slightly to allow walking room… and with minimal but still some effort I can reach the coffee table where I sit my almost-nightly glass of red wine. And just like that, from that very spot I’ve consumed my fair share of Martial Arts, Sci-Fi and space odyssey, crime dramas, competition game shows, and let’s not forget “This Is Us,” “Cobra Kai” and “Outlander.”  Aaaand DAMMIT I’m done; I can’t stand it “no mo!” I’ve got to get out. God knows I’ve had my share of obstacles, primarily the fact that I dislike going anywhere alone.  But now Enough is Enough! If you’re planning to get out, just do it beforeThe Variant forces a 2nd round of closures (God forbid!).

DAY ONE

The Atlanta Aquarium which I’ve been waiting 3 years to see! And then!!! We, Moo and Jae (my daughter and her beau visiting from Cali) and I nearly ran into a sign entering the Parking deck that said, “ALL TICKETS FOR THE AQUARIUM ARE SOLD OUT FOR TODAY” (#SYKE)! Man, that hurt! And why did the little parking guy say “I know you’ve had dreams of being a mermaid… but uh, not today…” And we looked at each other and said “WTH?!” and then we fell out, wondering if he’d thought that one up all by himself.

REVISED Stop 1: Martin Luther King’s Childhood home.

To be honest, I expected a shack or a 1-2 bedroom “shot-gun” house. And for those of you who are unfamiliar with the previous term, a shot-gun house is one that you can open the front door and see everything at one clear through to the back door exit. Uh straight through… But man was I surprised. It was a lovely and large house.  Before COVID, I am sure there were tours inside but now a yellow CAUTION TAPE barred visitors access to the stairs ascending the front porch which had, on the left side, a swinging chair whose chain was anchored high, I’m sure to keep enthusiastic passerbys from sampling it. Visitors walking around the exterior could see the fresh- looking paint, manicured grass and in the rear the old saloon looking exterior flanked by an old but yet impressive glass elevator. You can tell this turn of the previous century property has been handled with care.  Some of the neighbor’s exteriors, not as much.

I was glad to know, according to the sign outside, that MLK had a good childhood in this “Middle Class” residence. In my mind’s eye, I can see him as a little boy running around the back yard and around the side of the house playing kickball with his siblings. And the house is not too far from Ebenezer Baptist Church where his father pastored. You, know being in the  moment, not thinking about future events that made this place a landmark, but reflecting on the moments that made that place come alive was actually calming. And I liked the neighborhood; it was clean and spacious. For our Self Development journey, just reflect on the fact that one day people will look back at the life we’ve lived and the legacy we left behind. MLK was a boy who listened to God, lived out his purpose and changed the world. What story will your life tell…. Ok, on to the next stop…The Apex Museum.

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