Speaking of digesting, I had lunch this past week at an institution -- not the Governors' Mansion, nor the Gold Dome or Club, but at the Commerce Club -- with Don Keenan, one of the country's top advocates of children's rights, to discuss Georgia's foster care conditions. Many might be familiar with Don from last year's Time magazine article, "The Crisis of Foster Care," which focused on the death of Terrell Peterson and exposed three states in particular -- Georgia, Alabama and California -- showing the severity of the crisis. Legislation was passed, but not much has changed. Do your homework.

In the spirit of consumption, I received a call earlier in the week about Scott Peacock's fried chicken tasting at the Watershed. I grew curious, so I went. However, it wasn't until the day after that I realized the tasting is quite popular and some folks get a lil' upset when they run out of chicken, imagine that? Rest assured; Church's chicken is not about to be put out of business. The chicken was tasty, but it wasn't my mama's.

On another rant, is there a better alternative for parents picking up their children from the Children's School over on 10th Street? I know someone out there is feeling me on this issue. One day this past week, I kid you not, traffic was backed all the way to Juniper. This is a problem and a major accident waiting to happen. Maybe the Legislature would have a simpler time with this issue than with the ones outlined above.

In music news, Lang Whitaker returned to Atlanta, neither as rapper nor the writer of this column, for a quick 18-hour visit. I spoke with Lang last week and he mentioned that he was going to be in town doing a story for XXL magazine on former Hot 97(pernt)5 on-air personality-turned rapper Ludacris, whose CD, Back For the First Time on Def Jam South, is doing quite well. One thing Lang didn't expect while visiting was to be pulled over by the ATL's finest. Seems Ludacris needs some fresh new tags for his truck. Buy you some, dawg.

Speaking of on-air personalities doing double-duty, V-103's six o'clock DJ Greg Street has product, not that sort, but of the musical variety. His debut effort on Atlantic Records is titled, 6 O'Clock, Volume I. If I tried to mention everyone on the CD, it would take up all my space here. Lets just say it has an A-list roster of lyrical kingpins hailing from across the South and Southwest. Could Big Tigger, the host from BET's "Rap City," be next? Not sho. You've seen him in the basement and with his lyrical freestyle flow, I'd buy it ... Keep it on the hush.

Ghetto fab is what I was feeling on Friday night, so my sidekick, producer "Shuga" Hill, and I headed for Justin's where we met up with entertainment attorney Robyn Roseman. Trust me when I say this ain't my normal thang, but I wanted to see the R&B weekend warriors, and that's exactly what I got. Watching fellas post up hunnies at the bar and listening to some cat pitch a modern-day "Sex in the City" featuring all-black male characters was almost as funny as listening to the Hawks' Alan Henderson talk to us about selling pre-paid legal services back in college. Yo, Alan, I'm glad the b-ball thang worked out.

Rounding out my weekend was a late-night dinner before heading to preview teas from the soon-to-open Teaspace in L5P. After having endured Club Lenox, aka Lenox Mall, which resembled a black gay bar on Saturday, this was a welcome treat. The evening certainly managed to infuse tea, art and fresh beats, and it drew the likes of Thirstmedia.com owner Jason Vise and artist David Baerwalde. If the crowd of hipsters that came together on this night at the Old Highland Bakery is representative of what's to come, bring on the tea.

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