A Night On Edgewood Avenue

One sixteen-hour view of the hottest street in Atlanta, a year after its most dangerous day.

It’s 6 p.m. on July 3, and I’m at Joystick, my happy place.

For the next 10 hours or so, I’m going to be chronicling the madness I am sure will unfold on Edgewood Avenue tonight — madness that is already upon us. For this is Independence Day weekend, and the Hawks are in the finals. People have already started pouring into the bars and nightclubs, lightl…