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April Fool's! These tales of Atlanta history are more myth than fact

Don't like history? Write your own

Posted on 4/1/2013 8:00:00 AM by Doug Monroe
Last summer local news outlets carried a story about the proposed sale of the decrepit Clermont Hotel on Ponce de Leon Avenue. An Associated Press dispatch, which was posted on WSB radio’s website, stated, “Atlanta lore has it that the building eventually converted to a hotel once was home to gangster 
Al Capone.” Read More

Any bets on how long before the Emory trustees can James Wagner?

The notorious "compromise" and other PR problems plague the university

Posted on 2/21/2013 3:44:00 PM by Doug Monroe
Just as Lindsay Lohan’s dissolute ways have earned her her own Death Watch on the Internet, we have to wonder how long before Emory University President James Wagner gets his own countdown. In this case, to his firing. Read More

Where It All Went Wrong

If only we could undo the MARTA Compromise of 1971

Posted on 8/1/2012 8:00:00 AM by Doug Monroe
Like ghosts rising out of a Confederate cemetery, Atlanta’s past lapses in judgment haunt the region today, leaving a smoky trail of suburban decay, declining home values, clogged highways, and a vastly diminished reputation. Read More

The Long Goodbye

Augustus Monroe figured he'd drop dead long before he'd need a nursing home. A decade later, his son considers the weighty financial and emotional costs that come with a parent's immortality.

Posted on 1/1/2012 3:00:00 PM by Doug Monroe
We thought Daddy was going to die in 2001. He was staggering around the house in his underwear, gasping in pain, his eyes hollow, his face slashed from shaving with an old-fashioned safety razor. He was eighty-two years old. Read More

Mum’s the Word

A hundred years later, an old secret surfaces and sheds light on a family’s torment.

Posted on 2/1/2011 8:00:00 AM by Doug Monroe
Whenever I take MARTA from the airport, just before the train dips underground in College Park, I crane my neck to see the high, wooden house that my great-grandfather built for his family. Read More