Missing the Sprinter
Here we are in beautiful Atlanta sans Sprinter. 
My wife is here on business and talked me into coming along. So far it has been a great trip (with the obvious flying discomfort).
To the right is a view from the room towards . . . somewhere in Atlanta. We are on the 61st floor and the view is pretty good - little smog, lots of ants - oh, those are people!
Looking down it is easy to figure out why we don’t have a balcony. I think if I dropped an ice cube from here it would cause a big problem.
Yesterday we went to the Hard Rock Cafe (we compare them all to the original one in London we were fortunate to visit) - looked at Tom Petty’s guitar and of course, J. Lennon (accompanied in my book at least, by the much disliked Yoko Joko).
This is looking towards California and the cats, Bamm Bamm and Pebbles. I’ll be spending part of my time here finishing up the planning for Alaska.
Oh, I almost forgot. There are lots of the older Sprinters here be used commercially. Several had the “Powered by Mercedes Benz” on them so I guess that is where that particular sign was used.
