ATLANTA — In a mid-morning respite from traffic noise, the lonely melodic sound of a single soft horn floated up the concrete caverns of the Georgia Dome neighborhood, wafting to the seventh floor of the Hyatt as the glass doors were sprung open.
Christmas carols in solitude are magnificent.
Just as the horn blower was so deftly delivering “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen,” there was a pause, and then an intermittent, intrusive “Dah, tatah, dah daduh!”
A clarion call to Florida football fans who know that sound as a prelude for their battle cry. Yet there was no “Go Gators!