Sam Doyle Exhibit

Wednesday, February 3

Brenda and I went to see the Sam Doyle show

on the MARTA train. The train downtown was fast,

but getting to the station, in Chamblee, from Tucker,

took half a day, unless you took a taxicab. The public

transportation system wasn’t serious. The city fathers didn’t want

the inner city blacks to get out to the suburbs, so the suburbanites

couldn’t get downtown. I wore a Woodie Long T-shirt. And a gimme-cap

from B & B Feed & Seed in Wewahitchka, Florida. Bubba asked me how I liked

living in Atlanta, and I said, “A lot of black experience citizens.” He said,

“When a black person dies in Georgia, they don’t go to heaven, they go to

Atlanta.” I started calling Atlanta Black Experience Citizen Heaven, Georgia.

You don’t know how hard it was for me to get him to call them black experience citizens.