goats

Three and a half hours' worth of meandering south and east on the back roads will bring you to a highway, which leads to a smaller road, which leads to a gravel road. Even if you turn off onto the gravel road, you might miss the driveway that appears to lead to nothing but a copse of trees.

Like many of the good things in life, there are no signs pointing to it that say "This is where you need to be." Just a mailbox and a fence for the horses.

Most of us who know how to find it call it the Geek Farm, because that's what it is: a place where both animals and geeks are tended to. I had been coming there regularly for a couple of years before I learned that it had an official name: Eastwind Farms.

Weekends at Brian and Suzan’s are always interesting. Always. The conversations are the best part. After all, have you ever had this conversation over good barbecue before?

So here we go, eh? Take a weekend away, a momentary breath from it all, and take a day or so to stand up straight and let your bones and brain cells settle back into their proper places.

It was the right thing to do, despite the boredom and tedium of driving from here to there and back again. A weekend at the Geek Farm, out east of Atlanta, will do just about anyone good.