Making an air approach to Atlanta is like diving into a monstrous tossed salad. The land below is a fluffy carpet of complimentary greens which seems to stretch beyond the distant curve of the earth. The open spaces are given over to the necessary compromises to man — roadways, houses, and Golden Tombstone drive-ins — but Mother Nature steadfastly holds on to the rest.

The First thing you notice about Atlanta is its women. Eat a peach, indeed! Georgia has the most beautiful girls in the world: all suntanned and healthy, foregoing the standard street uniform of jeans and workshirts in favor of multi-colored blouses and skirts so short you’d swear (with a smile) 1966 had arrived and decided to stay.