153 Nassau

Wow, Barb and i lived here a mere 17 years ago. Every bit of news i see about Friday nite's tornados in downtown Atlanta shows this picture. We lived right there on the second floor. Sheesh Barb, remember scraping all that paint of the metal cabinets and painting the Pepe Le Pew floors? All that's been gone forever (it was turned into a venue for the '96 Olympics), but i never imagined the building would just disappear someday. What was the groovy rastaman's name on the third floor? Remember intimate desires? And the artist and sorority girl girlfriend that preceded it?