Canoe sux. And it’s built on an old Civil War encampment that gives me the creeps every time I have to go in there for a corporate dinner.
Our street tracks the old fortifications to the north of the river, beside the railroad (Vinings Station), that were abandoned by Johnston before the siege of Atlanta. You can still see the old shoupades and gun emplacements - one's right above us on the hill.
I had 3 gg grandfathers and a dozen cousins in, and I assume (if they are numbered among the blessed) they protect me from any creepiness hereabouts. Besides, we had the house blessed.
Sorry you don't like Canoe, but that's more room for the rest of us. De gustibus and all that.