As someone who spent his formative years in Atlanta, I harbor not just a once-requited (thanks, 1995) love for all things Braves, but a smattering of other local memories which have transmogrified over the years into a set of nostalgic synaptic relays which fire with regularity almost irrespective of stimulus: The Varsity, Georgia Tech football, late night movies at the Film Forum at Ansley Mall with George “Bestoink Dooley” Ellis, Officer Don Kennedy and the Popeye Club (I once played “Ooey-Gooey”), the soda fountain and comics rack at the Wender & Roberts drugstore, and, of course, Coca-Cola. These are my memories, and I ask no one else to approve.
It’s way easier when you score runs: Braves 9, Phillies 2
