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As told to Heather Paper by Bridget Dobson

We had worked very hard in Hollywood and earned a good living writing soap opera. For 27 years, we wrote 100 pages per day. But, at last, it was time to get off the treadmill.

Jerry and I were ready to move, but weren’t sure where. So we shopped for cities. Chicago was too cold and Greenwich was too New York; we had been bicoastal between New York and Los Angeles, we had an apartment in New York for 18 years. Washington, D.C., was too political, Miami was too “L.A.”

Then we found Atlanta. It was so beautiful, with all of the trees. And we attended a Robert Shaw chorale symphony that knocked our socks off. We had not had a musical evening like that in our lifetimes. We thought, “There’s something good going on here.”

The people we met were warm, bright, smart – and fun. So it didn’t take long for us to decide that this was “it.” We thought we would buy an existing house, and we went through about 50 of them. But, in the end, we found a lovely piece of property and said, “Let’s build our dream house.”


For more photographs see the December 2006 issue of Atlanta Homes & Lifestyles.

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