I mean, I guess technically graveyards could be considered romantic.

Lucile gracefully sits at the farthest edge of campus, guarding Green Street and the Jacobs Building (where I spent four years of my life and still can be seen hanging around in the midst of the night once a week), paws delicately crossed like a lady.

One day, I decided I should at least attempt to capture the moods that these things cast off after hours. It started on my iPhone and gradually expanded to me driving around Gainesville at 11 p.m., in the rain, trying to recapture the moments and make sure it wasn't a fluke.

Once upon a time, in the eastern part of Hall County, there was a blogger who re-realized that if she just got in her station wagon and drove far enough, she'd find something magical. For example, a 100+ year old grist mill in the midst of a Cinderella story.

You may know Bud Lunsford now as the owner of the Gainesville bowling alley, or you may know him as one of Georgia's best racers.

You can't actually go to the Banks Motor Speedway because it's private property and it's fenced off. So we're going to take a little historical look-see before we talk some other speedways later on.

The list grows instead of shrinks.

There's gold in them hills. No, really.