It was a cold day in May when I packed up my bindle and set out for adventure. Putting one foot in front of the other I made my way across the great state of Georgia, in search of a place to hang my hat, in search of deeper meaning. Where the sidewalk came to an end (it always does) I found myself in Athens. And following the sounds of construction equipment and the barking of small dogs, I ended up in Towns Walk. My needs were specific. I required a roof over my head and a place to hide from my enemies. There were also thoughts of raising a family, and expanding my artisinal mustard enterprise. A swimming pool would be nice. My realtor was a bird of prey circling overhead. At least I think he was my realtor. I should perhaps refill my medication. I would recommend the Towns Walk community to wanderers, wayfairers, and reformed Masons alike. Look for me at the end of the sidewalk. Would you like to try my mustard? read more

Towns Walk Homeowners Association - Athens, Georgia