The Twilight Zone was a communal living group in Doraville.  The kind of place you would never know about unless invited and given a map. They housed horses to ride barebacked and bare-assed and grew lots of things. Great gardens for food. Big corn rows hiding ganja plants between. People from all over who were on the road knew to seek a moment of safe haven at The Twilight Zone. Here are mayors Joe Scavens and Dan Wan at the city limits sign on the occasion of one of many parties out in the woodsy wilds of Doraville that is gone.

When we had dance parties at our place on Weird Harold, we always knew the party would take a strange swing when the Twilight Zone folks arrived on the scene.