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Madison Place Lane -- existing from SR 141 onto the stretch of Winters Chapel Road
from Peachtree Industrial Boulevard to Spalding Drive. He admires the meticulously
maintained, 2-story home with a double-door French entry, a two-door garage. He
steps down and, within a minute or so, a distinguished gentleman -- wearing a white
cotton shirt underneath a matching linen suit and a pair of well-polished black

leather shoes -- steps out from the well-maintained home. Immediately, Alonzo
opens and holds the rear passenger door as the gentleman approaches.

“Thank you, my man,” the gentleman says while he climbs into the SUV.

“You’re quite welcome, Sir!” responds, closes the door, and walks around to
the driver’s door. He opens the door, climbs in, and pulls his seat belt; then “what’s

the destination, Sir?”

“It’s WENDELL, Son. My name’s W-e-n-d-e-l-l,” the gentleman states while
Alonzo cranks the ignition.

“Nice to make your acquaintance, Wendell. I’m Alonzo.”

“You must have been nearby ... It hasn’t been five minutes I requested for the

ride,” Wendell, a retired African-American US Army Colonel said.

“You’re correct, Wendell. I was nearby on the I-285 when your request came

through.”

Wendell compliments Alonzo on his promptness, excellent customer service,
and mannerism that he picks an unusual interest in Alonzo. He engages Alonzo in
various conversations all the way to Hartfield-Jackson International Airport. Their

conversations were both productive and engaging. Upon learning of Alonzo’s