The fading blue wall is covered in Ira Terrell’s love letters. Dozens are stuck there. He looks at his homage and smiles. “I love the Peachtree,” he says, pointing to one of […]
The fading blue wall is covered in Ira Terrell’s love letters. Dozens are stuck there. He looks at his homage and smiles. “I love the Peachtree,” he says, pointing to one of […]