--I’M
A GARDEN OF BOOMERANGS
…I’m back
from Nashville. Now that’s quite a city. The people are gregarious, the food is
fantastic, the architecture varied, eclectic with ancient churches and modern
angular skyscrapers.
Walking down
the main streets or alleys, music pours out of every establishment--live music,
most of it country or blues, some of it not.
The musicians strictly play for tips because they are not paid by the
bar owners. There are hundreds of bands
everywhere, most of them really talented, and the amount of them is a reminder
that you have to be incredibly good (and lucky) to hit the big time.
The lead
actor in the TV show “Nashville” sang two songs. He’s a heart throb, and you didn’t need
screaming women to tell you that.
I especially
liked Steve Moakler, who was just recently discovered. He was quite humbled to be there:
…There’s an
old church—St. Mary’s. During the civil
war it served as a hospital for both Union and Confederate soldiers. The only rule was no fighting while
inside. So a solider might be lying next
to another soldier that wounded them and then once they were mended they got
back out into battle, sometimes brother fighting brother, father fighting
son. It seemed fascinating to learn
that.
…They make a
lot of whiskey in Tennessee. Like the
music and food, it is all quite outstanding, though whiskey isn’t my go-to
choice of alcohol.
…Nashville,
food wise, it famous for their southern cooking which means fried food. Hot chicken originated there. “That chicken was so hot if was like kissing
the devil,” is how one person summarized their meal.
…There aren’t
very many homeless people in Nashville, or at least I didn’t see many. There are thousands of tourists, of course,
most (surprisingly) young, twenty-something groups of women who seemed to be
there on bachelor parties. Quite a few
of them could be seen (and heard) riding tandem bikes which seat six people on
one side, six on the other, with a driver in front. In the middle sits a keg. The more you peddle, the more you get to
drink. It’s quite a contraption.
…Did I drink
too much myself? One time, I did. I left some brain cells on the floor. I gained seven pounds. It was worth it, but I’m very happy to be
home.
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