On this bright, frigid morning, I went to a new part of the city. I took MARTA to a station where I’d never been before, a place in the heart of the northwest side. I got off the train at Bankhead and walked to the exit, where a concerned employee approached me and said, “Girl, you at the wrong place.”

No, no, I assured her, I know where I am, this is right. She looked at me skeptically. She was sure I’d missed my stop, Mercedes-Benz Stadium, where all the Georgia- or Alabama-bedecked riders got off.

Ah, I smiled. Don’t let my houndstooth overcoat fool you. I’m no Alabama fan! I’m here to meet a tour group.

We laughed, and so did her co-workers. I confided in her, I do look a little out of place here, don’t I?

But I’ll confide this in you: I think we were meant to meet. We talked about a couple things about and away from Atlanta. We hugged goodbye. I think Bankhead is my new favorite station.