The porch is cool(er) at 7 in the morning…. Turns out, early is a good time to exist in an
11 day heat wave. Who knew. Coming off a
stint in Nashville, where the temperature
was literally Africa-hot (I'm talking same temp as Baghdad (109 F) but
it is not a Dry Heat), the mid 90’s really isn’t THAT bad. Still, it
gets
on my nerves. The easy morning air full
of bird chatter and cicada buzzing is most welcome…. 
Returning home this past weekend, we were primed for the
heat. Our stay in Nashville required active
hydration, something readily found in the Music City. Downtown is full-up brimming with
honky-tonks and loud bars and watering holes of all sorts – folks
drinking, smoking sections, and live music cannot be avoided even at breakfast
time. There is only so much of that I
can take, really, but in small doses, very fun. I learned about $1200 cowboy boots, Stetson hats,
Nashville Hot Chicken, twang, spangled shirts, Jimmy Buffett haunts, pralines, the Ryman,
the Coliseum, guitar cases and amps on the move, license plate encrusted
old-time country joints, Gee’s Bend quilts, Elvis on every street corner. In short: a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to
live there.
Sadly,
I missed a good chunk of the food scene (which you know is key!) and the next
time I find myself there, I plan to eat well. I hear great things and had some glimpses.
For now, let it be said:
I’ve had a taste of the culture
and it is fried.
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