Tuesday, after teaching a full day of classes, I left DeKalb to drive home to Marietta. I was blessed after inching my way north on I-75, some 9 hours, and then another hour down Delk Road/South Cobb only to reach about 6 miles from where I live in Marietta before stopping completely. The pile-up on South Cobb, a couple of miles from Chattahoochee Technical College, was impassable.
I parked my car on the curb; I starting walking. I was blessed again to meet a neighbor walking past the main Lockheed Martin gate. This was about midnight. After this chance meeting, we accompanied each other, walking toward the college in the cold, and on the icy road. We headed towards Sandtown Road when the cold was getting the best of us, problematic for my neighbor even more so.
Using her cell, I called 911 and was first told to knock on a business door for help, but at 1 a.m. this was not possible for a mostly residential area. The operator then suggested we wait on the corner of Austell and Sandtown Roads. We kept walking.
The operator did call us back to ask of our progress, and also asked what ethnicity (“are you black, white, or Hispanic?) we were. I am black and hesitated to admit it. I said we were black and ill prepared for what had been a four mile hike thus far.
Still walking, about 10 minutes later a rescue fire department vehicle came toward us, slowed briefly then kept going. Which is the reason for this complaint. There was no one in sight on Austell Road except us two women. And I waved my flashlight only to see the vehicle pass us. The driver did not even stop to ask how we were and this was 1 a.m. We made the walk home by 2. Bone-cold, but safe.