The tipping point

art trainWait, so you mean to tell me that today, out of the blue, I get on a train called The Art Train (after meeting the artists and curator) and I see these messages? On the day that is the tipping point for me, when I’ve now officially lived in Atlanta longer than I lived in my native (and beloved) New York? On a day I had been dreading, even though Atlanta is on fire right now–in a good way this time? And you want to try to tell me this is a coincidence?