Atlanta certainly spins its weather. I’d expected the deep south to be all ladies with paper fans saying “lawdy, Ah’ve got the vaporhs!” but no, 15 degrees, ice & snow is what I found there.
The exhibit hall was frigid. I wore overcoat & mittens most the time. People probably thought I was a germ-phobe. I mean, a weirder germ-phobe than I am, that is. I’m well within the spectrum of normal germ-phobe. Sure, I carry antibacterial gel. Blind people touch a lot of gross stuff. Ew.