We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Whitestone Bridge to LaGuardia, Manhattan in the distance:
Nice early morning Tennessee thunderstorm with cheerful tornadoes buzzing around:
Nashville skyline, 6 AM:
Biscuits and sausage gravy: one of the reasons to fly south for brekkie. Nectar of the Gods:
Wish we had this kind of delivery up here:
More Tennessee breakfast:
This is a smoking establishment. Smoke and drink and enjoy life and raise hell with live music in freedom from the nannies:
The Dylanologist has commented here that Nashville lost any hope of being a charming city when it bought into the urban renewal craze in the 60s and erased its history, replacing it with parking garages, car dealerships, strip malls, and other forms of true urban blight. When civil rights leaders in the 70s referred to urban renewal as "urban removal," they were correct: it eliminated residential neighborhoods from the downtowns (see Bridgeport, CT too and, by stark contrast, Savannah, GA and Manhattan - where gentrified old "slums" are some of the most desirable places to live in, eg Chelsea, aka Hell's Kitchen), leaving those renewed downtowns as dangerous ghost towns at night and forcing people into the suburbs and into their cars. (The replacement of streetcars with busses is a whole, interesting story in itself. Maybe the Dyl will take it on if he has some time.)
I think it's fun to find some of the few remaining reminders of how pleasant Nashville once was before genius government planners with their theories, bulldozers and wrecking balls got to work:
Ah, friend, the next time you're in the Ohio River area, drop by Louisville, park your car downtown, and walk south on third or fourth street to tour Old Louisville. At the turn of the century, it's where the wealthy lived. Later, it was abandoned, but instead of tearing it down. people bought the property and renovated the neighborhood. Beautiful mansions, many of them stone, and an architecture lover's delight. You want to tour in the day. It's still near, er, uh, questionable neighborhoods -- as yet unrenovated Old Louisville -- and not safe at night.
Here's a home in St James Court, about a block from where we used to live (in the third storey of a large mansion):
I miss Southern food. The Cupboard in Memphis is a great meat and three place. You walk in and two seconds later, there is a basket of cornbread, yeast rolls and butter on your table. You order and your food is there in three minutes.
I never ate at Mrs Winner's because it is next door to The Cupboard and The Cupboard is so good why would I go anywhere else?