Dreams, Part 1

Through thick wood, poplars, mulberries, dogwoods and kudzoo, past fallen trees and sandy banks, we follow the Chattahoochee river. A series of modern glass houses are all to be sold as commercial real estate. The one closest to the street looks so beautiful: hardwood floors, bright, simple, bold modern paintings hanging from glass walls, the trees and the river clearly visible behind it. We try to step inside, but the doors are locked. Many people want to get inside these glass houses, but all the doors are locked. I mention to the people I am with that the area had once been a flood zone. A bitter dispute between the Fulton County government and the builder ensued. The county would not allow the builder to build a multimillion dollar home on the flood plain. This builder brought in tons of rocks and fresh dirt, raised the land by twenty feet, and built anyway. The house was rumored to have leaks, but the builder's family lived there for at least ten years until husband and wife divorced, sold the land, and remarried.