“This is a story of how we begin to remember.” —Paul Simon We knew we would end up in Newnan. I'd brushed by Newnan many times in the past, but never gotten close enough to hear what it had to say—or to hide. Growing up in Atlanta, the Waffle House at the Newnan exit off of I-85 was the exchange point where we would meet my aunt Susie either to ride on with with her to West Point or to bring my cousins back with us to Atlanta for a few days. My aunt Susie died in 2017. My cousins live in Birmingham and Chattanooga now. There hadn’t been much of a reason to pause in Newnan for years, until it became the inevitable final stop on our last day of Tour Seven in 2019.