Like many of you, I grew up on the roads of Northeast Georgia.My father was a family physician back in the days when they still made house calls. Many a night after dinner, I joined my dad on patient visits across South Hall, his car kicking up dust all along a busy dirt road we know today as Spout Springs.Later, while playing football at Buford High and riding the team bus, my memories rode up and down the narrow, winding two-lanes from here to the mountains.Though a lot has changed since then, many of those roadways from my youth seem stuck in time. Sure, Spout Springs Road is no longer dirt, but it’s on the same road bed with those same steep shoulders that have ditched many a car over the last fifty years.