By Beth Bradley
On March 18, Atlanta was a ghost town.
On this date my husband, Brad, had eye surgery. We drove in the dark of night to make sure we would not be late to the 7 a.m. appointment and miss the daily Atlanta traffic. We soon realized the people of the State of Georgia had listened to the warnings and stayed home. During this difficult time, I am very proud of everyone complying with the restrictions, but it turned the highways into a ghost town.
When we arrived at the facility, they made you feel safe and secure that you would not be in danger of contracting COVID-19 virus. They had procedures in place to keep everyone safe during this time. We watched old TV shows instead of the news. These shows were in black and white but still as funny today as they were originally. Watching these shows also reminded us of simpler times without so much media presence and helped keep our nerves in check while our loved ones were being operated on. It also meant a lot to me that everyone was very respectable to the distance rules for COVID-19 virus.
When we left to return home, not knowing the Atlanta roads, we missed one turn to return to I-75. I knew I would not have any problems finding the expressway; however, I was worried about the traffic going home. I then started noticing the ghost town effect. I would have never thought driving home from Atlanta would have been simple but eerie. No open businesses of any kind except a few drive-thru restaurants.
I hope the next time my travels to Atlanta will be filled with traffic and the hustle of a thriving city. During this time of confinement, it reminds us the importance of family and friends. We depend on each other more now than ever. This truly shows no one man is an island, and a virus can affect us all in one way or another.