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“There’s something about white people,” Bull said as he sat down beside me on the stone wall overlooking the shopping gauntlet of the Saturday Green Market in Atlanta’s Piedmont Park, “they want everything.”

Bull’s given name is Tony and I’ve know him for three years. As one might suspect, Bull didn’t get his nickname for awkward moments in a china shop. In his mid-fifties, he’s affable, homeless and pretty much knows how to stay out of trouble with the homeless police*. Bull went on to tell me, while punctuating each phrase with a pause and a laugh, “You know, money’s no good for holding on to. It’s got to keep moving. That’s why they do it – always buying stuff.”

I had a decision to make. Do I patronize him by agreeing and just letting the conversation go silent, or do I give him the respect to answer him thoughtfully? I chose the latter and tried to tell him how some people had unimaginable amounts of money and how those people just wanted more and more of it.

Bull looked down, shook his head side to side and began speaking louder, as Bull does, when he seems to feel confused, “I don’t know about that…” Reaching down to pet my geriatric, hair-factory of a beagle, Bull rubbed too hard and the dog gave out a loud whelp as hounds do to embarrass their owners. “Your dog’s blind, right? No? Can’t hear? I know something’s wrong with her. Anyway, how’s your wife doing? I haven’t seen her in a while. You doing OK?”

While reassuring him that we were fine, Bull and I became sandwiched by other spouse watchers and waiters on the bench-hieght wall. The recent interlopers were sitting close enough to hear, but far enough away to observe. I wondered to myself if these newly arrived “social peers” were there for the shade, to judge Bull, or to judge us both. I often get feelings like this and know it comes from my mom’s lifelong and often conflicting curse of inferiority and her strong, but simple sense of right and wrong. As I’ve aged, my rational side knows well their decision to sit down had nothing to do with either of us. Most people, especially young people, are oblivious to the homeless.

Feeling the new eyes upon him, Bull then turned his questions to a safer subject, “Lee, tell me this, do you believe in Jesus and God?”

My turn to laugh awkwardly, “That’s two different questions, Bull.” If you are asking me if I believe in the historical figure of Jesus, whose followers, hundreds of years later, recounted wonderful and life-giving sermons and tales of what we are asked to believe of his life, sure. And if by God, you are asking if I believe that there is some powerful force in life greater and outside our lives that connects us all, I do.“

Hearing my ”I do“ and not processing the parsed phrases, Bull seemed reassured and said, while patting me on the shoulder, ”Good. Good. I don’t know why I thought you weren’t a believer. That’s good. God bless you.“

In the middle of it, my wife walked up with her market bag filled with gourds of every color and shape, ”Hello, Red,“ she said as she faced that moment every immune-surpressed Southerner fears – the requisitely polite handshake or hug from someone who lived on the street. Fortunately her bags prevented either.

”This is Bull,“ I said to her. ”Red is someone else entirely, though Red Bull is a very funny guess.“ Then sensing her dilemma, I offered, ”A fist bump is always appropriate.“ Watching a middle-aged white woman, never known for coordination, attempt to fist bump with arms filled with gourds, is great sport and a true test of my ability not to laugh at someone, but Terri’s always a good sport.

Able to easily multi-task while fist-bumping, Bull offered with a genuine smile, ”Hello, Miss Terri. Looks like you’re going to be doin’ some fine cooking. You going to cook any of that for me?“

”Maybe so, I’ve cooked for you before.“

”I remember,“ Bull said, ”you made me a birthday cake last year.“

I glanced at one the interlopers within earshot expecting an acknowledgement of her kindness – oblivious.

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*A note on how to stay out of trouble with the homeless police: Keep moving. Don’t hang out in a group for long. Keep up with grooming and wear clean clothes. Stash your possessions during the day and don’t been seen carrying bags. Stay away from the types of people who might feel threatened (those alone or with children). Smile and mention God in your short conversations with strangers. Be polite. Never resist a police officer. And keep moving.

City police have an almost impossible job and I have nothing but respect for their efforts. Sworn to uphold the law, part of a team, at the whim of politics and every “taxpayer” they meet, they also owe it their own families to survive each day. I often hear complaints from homeless men of profiling and excess force – while it might seem true, most of what seems “profiling” are reaction to citizen complaints or inappropriate public behavior. Charges of excessive force are most often a situational reaction of drunkenness or rage. There are exceptions and there shouldn’t be.

Homelessness is terrible problem. I sincerely wish that giving money to someone panhandling was an answer. It isn’t. Often if makes things worse. If someone is hungry, give them food or directions to a shelter. Homelessness is a societal problem, an economic problem and a political problem. If you want to help the homeless, I encourage you to contact an organization in your community and help them.

Mission Accomplished

Mission-Accomplished-Obama_in-AtlantaATLANTA — Today, President Obama announced to the National Convention of Disabled Veterans of America that he is keeping one of his campaign promises – America’s longest war will be unofficially* over on August 31, 2010. Twenty years and eight months since our Middle East invasion. More than 4,000 American lives have been lost and 30,000+ wounded or disabled. Hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilians lost or maimed and millions more have been displaced or are refugees. An estimated five million orphaned children. Two failed Bush presidencies. Well more than a trillion dollars of treasury spent so far. No WMDs found. Thousands tortured. Untold damage to American foreign policy. One American-installed dictator hung. Oil prices back to record highs. Halliburton stock price has more than doubled. Pentagon, CIA and NSA spending above cold war highs. Record combat deaths this month in Afghanistan. Osama still has not been hunted down. The world much more dangerous than when it started. It is finally over.

Speaking for all Americans not currently running for office as a Republican**, I am relieved that our heroes can finally come home. Thank you for your service and sacrifice. We will never forget what you have done for us and your families have endured. We will try to keep our politicians from forgetting you.


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*50,000 American soldiers and, perhaps, twice that number of American private contractors will remain in one of the top two most dangerous places on the planet in “non-combat” roles until the end of 2011. The war won’t ever be officially  be over because Congress never officially declared it. They can only stop paying for it or promising for us to pay for it.

**Georgia Democratic goobernatorial candidate I-want-an-immigration-law-like-Arizona Roy Barnes, was MIA during the Obama’s visit, claiming, according the the AJC’s Jim Gallaway, “I told him that I already had a date planned.”

Camping Out

Homelessness AtlantaThe Monday after New Year’s, a new urban camper arrived in Piedmont Park. At least, I think he was. He had all the telltale signs:

  • More stuff than he could easily carry. To survive in the urban wilderness, you have to have your hands free. Be able to eat, zip your zipper or defend yourself without putting your stuff down. He’d have to lighten his load and stash it somewhere or he’d lose it. Likely he had already made some choices on what was truly valuable and necessary in his life. He’ll need to make more.
  • Some of his stuff was in paper bags and overflowing. Paper bags don’t wear well in the weather. Once they start to tear, all in the bag will be lost. Paper bags also don’t provide much security. The extra coat he had was clearly visible. Somebody would want that. Garbage bags are the preferred choice.
  • He was carrying a heavy blanket. Logical for his 7AM and 18 degree arrival, but unworkable for long. Marked him too clearly. If you’re going to sit in a public place, you have to look like you don’t live there. Plus, once it gets wet, he’ll tire of carrying it and it will be of little use.
  • He was alone and seemed nervous about his stuff. He’ll make friends soon enough. Learn the ropes. Find out you have to have the discipline of the wild and be able to stare straight ahead for hours as if you want to be there. He had carefully set all his stuff down when he arrived and left room for others on the bench. Only a few minutes later, he’d pick it all up and walk to the street. Look back and forth and return to the bench. This repeated for hours. During the time, the blanket found a permanent home in a tree branch. One of his paper bags had been emptied by more experienced campers who apparently appealed to his generosity.

From my desk, I have seen quite a few people join the ranks of the homeless and displaced. Mostly men. Disproportionately black. Those who I have met and spoken with shared pretty similar stories of how they arrived there. Oddly, most don’t blame their fate on others. “I was just drunk and shouldn’t have swung at him.” “My wife got tired of me hanging out and threw me out.” “I did something really stupid and (fill in the blank) someone.”

In just a moment, their lives were changed. When they made a bad decision they couldn’t or wouldn’t undo. Moments we all face, and had they turned out differently, we could easily be among them. Too much to drink. Loud talk. An argument. A desperate act. A decision to break the law. Drugs. Hanging out with the wrong crowd. Wrong place at the wrong time. Booze, an argument, a fight or all three and they were separated from their families and their jobs. Once they get arrested, and most eventually will be (public drinking, urination, panhandling, loud talk, a fight, etc. get them in the system), their job opportunities are narrowed.

Others shared stories even sadder – “My little girl died and my wife and I just couldn’t handle it.”

Sure, there’s a significant percentage where mental illness is involved – bipolar and PTSD (yes, way too many of our homeless are vets) are mentioned often. Those fortunate (if that is the right word) enough to be on disability, will get a monthly chance to get off the street. But the crazy check isn’t much. Often they will share it or it will be stolen. And I dare you to try and get approved to rent a place after living on the street.

There is also way too high a percentage of our homeless who are teenagers and young adults. Beautiful young people who have their health, energy, a quick smile and all the potential America offers in front of them, but they have run away and dropped out. Frequently they’ll sell a little weed or themselves for sex to get by. The youngest among them seem to want to hang out, hear and share the stories, but more likely they are just trying to be safe from those who prey on them. Weed turns to crack or crank or heroin. And all leads to jail and narrowed chances for release.

Most are just people who did something stupid and got caught that led them to the bench outside my window. Most are good people, at least when they are sober. Most want to work, but few employers hire those with a record. Many could find help, but most of those who help the most also require drug testing and have lots of rules. Except for food stamps, most homeless people can’t get on the dole. Welfare as we knew it doesn’t exist anymore. So they just hustle and sit. Some will get to go to shelters during bad weather. During better weather, everyone has their secret place behind a house or office building.

Then there are those who just hit bad times. Couldn’t pay their house payment or rent and didn’t have any place to go. Most of those are just passing through. They’ll seek assistance. Many will get on their feet again or, at least, stay out of the system.

That same day as the new camper arrived, someone was evicted from Post Apartments on Piedmont and 10th. A Marshall supervised the dismantling of someone’s life. All of their stuff – furniture, clothing, books, family photos – everything was tossed in a pile in the parking lot. A crowd gathered to look through the new curb picks. It seemed sacred to me. I couldn’t watch for fear of getting sick and even the memory of it brings on nausea.

Post’s policy is to evict if rent for the current month is not paid by the first. I heard said of those evicted, that they had not paid December rent or responded to the letters demanding payment with the threat of eviction. I heard it said, that Post had no choice. Surely, they did. What could possibly have happened to those people that they couldn’t pay? Illness? Laid off or lost their job? Someone not pay them? A divorce? Family emergency? A death? Something seems terribly wrong.

And then, there’s the new guy in the park. I don’t know his story  yet. Hope I don’t learn it. Maybe after thinking about it, he’ll go home and say he’s sorry. Or find his mom or a sib and beg them for another chance. Get sober. Or seek out someone at a shelter to point him in a better direction.

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Ready for Sir Paul

SirPaul McCartney's Stage in Piedmont ParkPreparation is just about complete for Saturday night’s (August 15th) Green Concert at Piedmont Park in Atlanta featuring Sir Paul McCartney. Over 30,000 tickets have been sold, but tickets are still available (they are permitted for up to 49,999, but never expected to sell out given the economy) through ticketmaster – $79.50 per person general admission, or $400 for VIP tickets (you’ll be close enough to see him without camping out). You can also hear it for free on DaveFM (92.9) in Atlanta.

 Paul McCartneyThe gates open at 4PM for VIP’s and pre-sale tickets. 5PM for general admission. The music should start about 7PM. Yes, there will be beer (Bud and BudLight) and plenty of other stuff for sale.

After paying Sir Paul, the hundreds constructing the staging and working the event, the 6 foot fences that surround the park, the gigantic stage, lighting and screens, dozens of tents, hundreds of porta-potties, all the clean up, and hundreds more of Atlanta’s finest for shutting down the surrounding the streets, the proceeds will raise money for Piedmont Park’s 53-acre expansion.

Oh yeah, forget about driving and finding a place near the park. Take MARTA.

Lessons of War

copsMIDTOWN ATLANTA, Ga. – Sunday evening, two third-floor loft dwellers were attempting to enjoy the remnant of their weekend, when war broke out.

The young men had their windows open only to find the fresh evening air fouled by the sounds from a crueler side of life coming from the park bench below them. This was not the first time they had been bothered by the loud and constant talking. They knew their choices. They could have turned up their TV again, or closed the window. They could have attempted to negotiate with the men on the bench to quiet down. Or, as they had done before, they could have complained to the police. They just knew they couldn’t ignore it. That, and the Hawks had just lost to Cleveland.

There is no confirmation on how long they deliberated, but it is assumed their IQ’s  and judgment declined with their continued alcohol consumption. They decided to act. Taking a dozen eggs from the fridge, they took positions on their balcony. With shock and awe, they attacked.

The homeless men on the bench were taken totally by surprise. For a brief moment, they laughed with and at one another. Had they been given a chance, they probably would have requested their eggs prepared differently. But as the bombardment continued, their levity turned to anger. Their disorientation to resolve. They knew that their unknown enemy had the strategic advantage of the high ground, but they had to make their stand. They had no place to go. These men of the street had no weaponized food products to return fire, so they acted with instinct. Grabbing what was close at hand, they counter attacked with rocks.

Rocks thrown at a high target in darkness are not known to be precision weapons. This was again proven.

It was unknown to the men at the bench, that the commotion had attracted the attention of the City of Atlanta Policeman who lives one floor up and one apartment over from their target. The egg tossers had retreated to the safety inside when the officer came out on his balcony. Using his training and experience, he quickly assessed the situation. Two men. Black. Mid-thirties to mid-forties. One about 5’7“. The other about 6’1”. Agitated. Probably intoxicated. Yelling and throwing rocks at the apartment building. He recognized the men as Bull and Red. But before he could announce himself, an errant rock hit him and drew blood*.

The risks of war can never truly be estimated. But in retrospect, what happened next should have seemed inevitable. Within moments, the sounds of sirens could be heard. Seconds later, flashing and colored lights from thirteen Atlanta police cars broke the darkness.

Encircled by more than dozen or so of Atlanta’s finest, Bull and Red should have done as they were told, but they were angry and felt justified in their actions. The police, they felt, should be after those punks who started it. They wanted desperately to tell their side of the story.

The police, on the other hand, only knew that these two drunk and violent men had hit one of their brothers-in-blue with a rock (not to be confused with Iraq). The situation had to be assumed to be dangerous. The police are trained to first stabilize a situation like this. They needed for Bull and Red to quiet and assume the position. When Bull and Red resisted, the police had no choice but to use pepper spray. When that was not sufficient, they then subdued the men with means deemed necessary.

eggBull and Red were taken to Grady Hospital for their injuries before going to jail. Disturbing the peace, public drunkenness and resisting arrest will be enough to keep them there for at least a few weeks. They both have prior offenses. If assault on a police officer is added, they could go away for years.

So what are the lessons of war? According to Curtis, who is also homeless, often in the park, and told me this story, the lesson is: “It’s stupid. You can’t win. Walk away. Just got to let it go.” Curtis also was quick to point out that, “those people [egg tossers] have lawyers and will always win.”

So here’s the box score:
Egg Tossers:
•    Total cost: less than a dozen eggs.
•    Achieved: complete objective.
•    Plus, they have stories to tell their buddies.
•    Remain anonymous.

Mark and Red:
•    Total cost: pain and suffering, plus at least a couple of weeks in jail, maybe more.
•    Achieved nothing, unless you count increased bitterness.

City of Atlanta:
•    Total cost: many thousands of dollars in police time, medical expenses, incarceration and legal expenses.
•    Achieved: one night of peace for the egg tossers.

The lessons of war? War sucks. Particularly for the powerless and those who have to pick up the pieces.

*There were conflicting reports on whether the officer was actually hit. Another eyewitness, Brian, claims that the rock actually hit the officer’s door and the entire event was  blown out of proportion. Brian also said that when the egg tossers ran out of their preferred ammunition, they resorted to throwing dinner plates.

Update: Now that he’s out, Red says they weren’t throwing rocks. They were throwing bottles.

Park Rules

City of Atlanta Park RulesThere are official rules for most public parks. And then there are rules you learn by being there. For instance, in my park (Piedmont Park in Midtown Atlanta), officially, you aren’t allowed to drink alcoholic beverages except during a festival. Unofficially, it’s okay if you are having a picnic, put your drink in an alternative container and don’t act drunk, or if you are homeless and no one has complained in the last few hours.

Most of the unofficial rules seem to be about how you interact with others. Here’s some that I have observed:

1.    Dog owners who don’t observe the leash law only talk to other dog owners who don’t observe the leash law unless they are retrieving their misbehaving dog at which time they say something unintelligible that doesn’t sound like an apology.

2.    Women pushing a baby carriage who seem likely to be a non-English-speaking babysitter, will always smile as they pass.

3.    Tall, thin, well dressed, blonde-haired women will never speak or make eye contact with short, over-weight, middle-age men walking alone.

4.    When a man and woman are walking with small children, they will talk to anyone.

5.    When a woman is walking alone with a child, they will speak to your dog, ask for the dog’s name, age and demeanor, but will never speak to a male on the other end of the dog’s leash.

Protect the Lawn Rules6.    When a man is walking alone with a child, the child will likely run up and play with your dog and the man will smile while continuing to talk on his cell phone.

7.    When a man is walking more than one dog, he always takes the right of way.

8.    Older couples will often smile at you in a manner that seems to imply that you aren’t dressed well enough or that they suspect you recently littered.

9.    When walking the dog with your wife, she will make many new friends with people who you see every day, but have never met.

10.    The currently preferred method to take a relationship to the next level is by taking photos of them in the park with a thousand dollar camera.

11.    Homeless people are more likely to ask you to buy them a beer than food.

12.    The larger the dog, the less likely their owner will scoop the poop.

13.    Every third frisbee toss by a woman will purposely go far past the man who they are with.

14.    Male joggers will only give way if you make eye contact so they can scowl at you.

15.    The most profitable place to panhandle in Piedmont Park is the entrance from Piedmont near 10th.

img_051716.    There is a direct relationship between testosterone levels, foul balls and strikeouts.

17.    There is an inverse relationship between sweat and sociability.

18.    Use extreme caution when approaching if a dog is a similar size and/or weight to their owners – this is especially important if the “responsible” party is talking on their cell phone or otherwise occupied.

19.    If you don’t earn the money to buy the beverage you drink, you are less likely to put the container in the recycling or trash container.

20.    The best time to be in the park is just after the time it looks like it is going to rain, but doesn’t.

Please comment and share more park rules.

Atlanta Dogwood Festival This Weekend

lapelpinThe 73rd Annual Atlanta Dogwood Festival returns to Piedmont Park this weekend, April 17, 18 & 19.

Join the fun at Piedmont Park during this annual weekend celebration of Spring. Usually scheduled for the first or second week in April, this event features a spectacular children’s parade along with an International Village of artists and performers. Art shows are held both days. Activities include arts and crafts exhibits, concerts, competitions, dance demonstrations, and lots of goodies to munch on. After the festival, jump on a bike and take a scenic tour through beautiful Midtown, one of Atlanta’s most diverse neighborhoods. Admission is free.

Special Events

Preview Party
Thursday, April 16: 6:30 – 8:30 PM
For Dogwood lovers who just can’t wait for the festival to start, the Thursday night Preview Party will grant them early access. On Thursday, April 16 from 6:30 to 8:30 p.m., guests can get an artist preview, sip cocktails and enjoy the delightful crooning of Michel Innocent. The Preview Party takes place in the Pavilion and are $12 in advance or $15 at the door.

Open Air Comedy Club – Lake Clara Meer Dock Stage
Friday, April 17: 8:00 PM
Friday is comedy night at the Dogwood Festival’s Open Air Comedy Club at the dock stage on Lake Clara Meer. The fun begins at 8:03 p.m. with a half-hour stand-up comedy show by Jeff Justice’s Comedy Workshoppe Graduates, followed by a full hour of improv from Dad’s Garage Theatre Company. Guests can enjoy cocktails in the ZonePerfect Art Bar before the show. A limited amount of tickets for comedy night are $12 in advance or $15 at the door.

Friends of Dogwood – Pavilion
Saturday, April 18 & Sunday, April 19: 1-5 PM
It’s a new tradition at a 73-year-old festival, and the “Friends of Dogwood Pavilion” could be the best way to enjoy the Atlanta Dogwood Festival. This ticketed event that became part of the Dogwood Festival in 2008 will offer a special area on Saturday and Sunday featuring some of the neighborhood’s favorite restaurants combined with specialty beverages. Participating restaurants include South City Kitchen, Babette’s Cafe, 4th & Swift, Genki, Metrotainment Bakery, Fritti, Twisted Taco and others to be announced soon! This ticket includes FREE ADMISSION to the Thursday Night Preview Party!

Saturday Restaurants
Metrotainment Bakery
Babette’s Cafe
Twisted Taco
South City Kitchen Midtown
Wildfire
Eclipse de Luna
Dolce
Geisha
The Nook
Six Feet Under

Wine Companies-
International Society of Africans in WIne (ISAW)
Total WInes
Catamarca Imports
Bacco Fine Wine
Sunday Restaurants-
Metrotainment Bakery
4th and Swift
Twisted Taco
Genki
Nickiemoto’s
Gordon Biersch
Roy’s
Chow Baby

Wine Companies-
International Society of Africans in WIne (ISAW)
Total WInes
Bacco Fine Wine

The Midtown Neighbors’ Association Tour of Homes
This year’s tour features ten homes in eight locations. The Midtown Neighbors’ Association will showcase homes featured on HGTV as well as in home improvement magazines. The homes are located from Myrtle to Peachtree, 5th to 9th streets.

2009 ENTERTAINMENT SCHEDULE (subject to change)

MAIN STAGE
Friday, April 17, 2009
5:00 – 6:00 pm    Lindsay Rakers Band
6:30 – 7:30 pm    Golden
8:00 – 9:00 pm    Yacht Rock Revue

Saturday, April 18, 2009
10:45am – 12:00pm    Atlanta Freedom Band
12:30 – 1:15 pm    Daysahead
1:45 – 2:30 pm    4th Ward Afro Klezmer Orchestra
2:45 – 3:30 pm    Stratogeezer  
4:00 – 4:45 pm    Black Top Rockets  
5:15 – 6:00 pm    Young Antiques  
6:30 – 7:15 pm    Connor Christian & Southern Gothic  
7:45 – 9:00 pm    Heather Luttrell

Sunday, April 19, 2009
12:00pm – 3:00pm    National Black Arts Festival presents Gospel
3:30 – 4:15pm    Batata Doce   
4:45 – 5:30pm    Hoots & Hellmouth  
5:45 – 6:30pm    Breeze Kings 

Community and International Stage at Lake Clara Meer Dock
Friday,  April 17th:  start time 8:03 pm  Open Air Comedy Club featuring the Jeff justice Comedy Workshoppe Grads and Dad’s Garage Theater!  Limited tickets may be purchased on the special events page of this website

Saturday, April 18
10:00am – 11:45am    After School All Star Kids – school group
12:00pm – 12:45pm    Ryuku Arts – Festival of Drum dance, Karate Dance
1:00pm – 1:45pm    Royal Scottish Country Dancers
2:00pm – 2:45pm    Village Theatre – Improv Comedy
3:00pm – 3:20pm    Rajen Raval and Nritya Natya Kala Bharti Academy
3:20pm – 3:45pm    Chinese-American Cultural Performing Group; Shufang Zither Studio – GuZheng Music; Lion Dance, Kung Fu Dance, Chinese Violin
4:00pm – 4:45pm    Arjho C. Turner – Blaan Tribe Dance; Faith Ward – Philippine Traditional Songs; Galing Pinoy – Philippine Traditional Songs; Soli Nicolson & Chris Rockett- Philippine songs
5:00pm – 5:45pm    Richard Omar & the Prodigal Sun Band – Caribbean
6:00pm – 6:45pm   SALSAtlanta – Salsa Dancers
7:00pm – 8:30pm    Rouzbeh Hoshmondy, Flamenco Guitar

Sunday, April 19
1:00pm – 1:45pm   Our Kids Atlanta – School Group
2:00pm – 2:20pm    The King O’Sullivan School of Irish Dance
2:30pm – 2:55pm    Atlanta International School Choir
3:00 p.m. – 3:45 p.m    Okinawa Kengin Kai, Taiko group; International Mai no Kai; Drum Dance; Japanese Traditional Dance; Okinawa Sahshin
4:15pm – 4:45pm   Turkish Folk Dance Troupe of Atlanta
5:00pm – 5:15pm    Taiwanese School of Georgia
5:30pm – 6:15pm    Festival de las Americas presents: 24 Horas & Fernada Cornejo
Visit the Drum Tent Saturday and Sunday near the Community Center for Interactive Drumming Sessions