I drove into Atlanta city limits on Tuesday afternoon. Ronnie, Misty, and I are ensconced for a while at an extended stay as we get the lay of the land and find a place to rent. Our plan is to figure out Atlanta well enough that we can find a place to buy in a year.
My start date with WSB is Monday. Paperwork to sign, IDs to get, emails to set up, access cards to put on lanyards, all the usual.
Not to mention learning where the restrooms are. And the vending machines.
And I am already well aware of how lucky I am. My resume includes KFI, KNX, and now WSB, all fantastic call letters to have in one career.
We’ve already started looking at some rental places, and a couple have caught our eye. Lots more to do. We’re living out of suitcases, and obviously we can’t get the rest of our stuff shipped out until we find our new address.
I’m very happy to find just how interesting Atlanta is. I’ve got lots to learn about it so I don’t sound like a doofus. I have “fond” memories of my boss correcting my city pronunciations when I started working in Los Angeles oh so many years ago.
But we’ve got some tools now that we didn’t have then. I prompted ChatGPT to give me quizzes over the next few weeks about the environs here, about how the counties are laid out, the surrounding towns, and the ins and outs of knowing what’s ITP (inside the perimeter) and OTP (outside the perimeter).
It’s all exciting. The chance to begin a new chapter, find my place in a new workplace culture, and learn who’s cool and who’s cooler.
Meanwhile, I’m still rewiring my brain to get used to the Eastern Time Zone, even though Atlanta is kind of weird in that it’s very close to the Central Time Zone.
There’s no way of knowing yet how my adaptation to a new schedule will go, but I still intend to keep up with this little venture called Archer’s Line. I plan to return to my original focus, not just on media, but on history, culture, and my humble attempts to explain all the ways we got here from there.
I still intend to slap something up here at least three times a week, but if I miss one, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m just getting used to a new world.
And thank you for coming along.
You've landed. Great. Welcome to Hollywood East. The bluest of purple states. Let me know when you meet Jon Ossoff. Atlanta. The denizen of what's left of Democracy. Kudos, Rob!