Aubie, I was just reading an excellent article the other day about what happened in Buttermilk Bottom. My granddaddy was supervisor of the Pine Street garage for the old Atlanta Transit Company, and there was a place he used to love to go for lunch over there, which looked sort of like the spot in the painting below.
http://www.washingtoninformer.com/NA...m2006Dec7.html
If any of you ever get a chance to chat with James Malone, who's referenced in the article, do take advantage of it. He's full of fascinating stories of Atlanta from another age. And he's quite an extraordinary artist, too:
