I am on yet another work sponsored adventure and back in the heartland of Georgia. This will make my second visit to this area. 

The streets of Georgia are proving to be anything but peachy. I’ve driven the streets of the 405 and Green Country. I have looped and swooped across freeways in Texas’ metroplex and in Maricopa County, Arizona.  I have even changed lanes in the Lincoln Tunnel. I’ve seen and heard things…but I have never heard a state as horny as Georgia. 

I have been here for over a week and still have a week to go. I have lost count of the number of drivers I have heard honking at other vehicles. What’s gives Houston county? I am at a stop light and cars start honking. Why? It’s still red. I am walking out of Kroger and more honks. Are you saying howdy to someone or just hangry? I am eating dinner on a patio and it’s like a shrill, off-pitched symphony out there! Calm it down, folks.

Now I know you’re thinking “what is the Glitz doing to cause so many honks?” But rest assured these horny greetings are not directed at me. I am simply an observer…however I did earn the honk in the Lincoln Tunnel; apparently changing lanes there is highly frowned upon.

If you find yourself in Houston County, grab a peach, honk your horn, and make something sparkle. Thanks for reading, guys and gals!