
Quick Look
Buckhead Chronicles 1955-1968
By Jim Tate
It hurts to look back, but if I don't look back I can't see my roots. And if I can't see my roots, I'm lost. Better to be hurt than to be lost. From my earliest years I knew I was from Buckhead. My Mom said, "You are a Buckhead Boy." That's how I knew. Buckhead floats like a mirage above the fields of yesterday. Surrounded by golden light, in high definition, it is more a dream than a reality, but more real than a dream. It was a village, the village of my childhood.
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