Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Some Final Thoughts On My Visit To Nashville

..."Nashville is the buckle on the Bible Belt of America"...Sarah the Dog's name is pronounced "Say-RAAH"..."my sleepy cow town that was Nashville is no more"...

...a polite southern way to insult someone is to restate what they did, followed by a sympathetic "bless your heah-art"...for example: "You returned your rental car without filling the tank and paid $5.99 per gallon, bless your heah-art!"...there are a fair number of "pecker-woods out here in Joelton"...

...it's almost exactly 20 miles between Aunt Sue's place and Aunt Vicki's place...we bet on seeing more cars or wild animals at night on the final 4 mile stretch of those 20 miles...cars won, but not by much...

...best place to get a steak: Sperry's...the museum at the Frist Center closes 5 minutes early on Sunday's...the chickens in Aunt Sue's yard are free range, too bad they are not her chickens...same thing with the cat...when it comes to holding Nate, Aunts Vicki and Pam and their brother, Grandpa Matt, behave like juveniles...

...Vicki and Charle's kids sleep very late, so much so, that they run the risk of completely flipping their sleep cycles before going back to school...speaking of school, man do they start early in Nashville with cousin Michael back in the saddle by August 16th...

...cousin Jason has a magnetic little business going...(sorry, couldn't resist)

...only one person referred to Daddy as a "yankee" and it was just a joke...didn't hear the term "cessesh" once during the whole trip, and that's probably a good thing...

...getting around is real simple: go down this road and make a right, stay on that road for a looong time and when you get to the one stop light in the town, turn left, and take that road for, oh I don't know, a good 6 minutes or 10 miles and then turn right at the other stop light in town and it's right there...(paraphrased, but pretty close)

...Possum's Pizza don't take kindly to people takin' pictures of the restaurant...

...Daddy was prevented from buying beer on Sunday before 12 Noon...that doesn't quite beat Massachusetts where it's only in the last few years that you could buy beer at all on Sundays...puritanical New Englanders could learn something from their southern bretheren...thanks to Betty Bunch for the puzzles...I plan to drool on them profusely for quite some time...

...lots of Orange in a state that is very Green, what's up with that?...thanks to Vicki and Pam for some really cool toys...of course, they went home with Grandpa Matt, so I'm sure he'll have figured out the air pressure needed to float those balls in Busy Ball Popper, I would expect nothing less...apparently there is something called the Swan Ball for the the upper crusts of Nashville...the lower crusts have a Swine Ball and that sounds like more fun...a short musician at the Grand Ole Opry described himself as "Willie Nelson, after taxes..."

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