Not two hours ago, while crossing the floor of a bar in Atlanta, Georgia, Scotch in hand, on my way to a cocktail table, I had to stop to let one of the largest spiders I had ever seen cross my path and go on his way, I guess also to the bar. (??!?!?!!) I'm sure he was fixin' for a drink. It was easily just as big as those spiders we used to get from the redwood forest around where you and I lived. I wondered where it came from, especially since the bar was in the middle of the city...