<jaw drops> Dang! You're kidding!
Huh.
I never knew that.
(Hey. It's your history
not mine.
That's my excuse.)
Not to worry, folks down here aren’t much good on it either.
They know some of the myths (but don’t know that they’re myths) and after that most just tend to cherry pick a point or two here and there when it seems to support some conclusion that they’ve either already decided upon or were indoctrinated into (a bit like the way another specific “history” book I know of gets used ‘round here).
Abby... something.
Normal.
Exactly…
Useless bit of unnecessary side information: “Abby Someone” is one of the names I generally use for music projects or any band I work in (if it doesn’t already have a name), and for anytime we get into a Team Trivia contest or similar such endeavor. It just seems to suit me.
Battling many furnaces lately?
Yep…
Lost too.
Had to take out a loan to get a new one installed.
(true story)
Okay... quite the story! 
But... I don't quite get the cop part.
Was he trying to keep you out of it?
Or just not do the extra paperwork?
No, he wrote the whole thing up.
He was just stunned by the complete lack of damage to the “tank” as compared to the new Olds.
I need to retire so I can
spend a couple of months
driving around.
Not a measly few days.
You and me both, sir.
Problem is…
I may never actually get to retire.
Sometimes we can’t even have anything.
So much for old business.
Now on to the new update…
What else could possibly happen?
No respect for the Fates, I see.
You do like to live dangerously, don’t you?
I settled in and prepared to continue
my drive to Knoxville,
Driving along I-40, I take it.
That’s a fun drive when it gets to into the The Great Smoky Mountains NP area around the NC, TN boarder. Nice and squiggly (just have to watch out for the occasional rock slide, though).
The rain came down in torrents.
In buckets.
A veritable flood.
Visibility dropped to next to nothing...
and then it got really bad.
That must have been interesting as you were rolling through those turns in the mountain areas.
Every now and then, I would catch
a glimpse of a white painted line
which let me know that I was indeed,
still on a highway.
Just not necessarily a strong indication of which lane you were in…
At one point, I realized that
if the vehicle in front of me
were to drive off a cliff,
I would follow right along
behind it at sixty-five
miles per hour.
Yaaah-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooey!!!
https://www.myinstants.com/instant/goofy-yell/
Betty told me to take the next exit.
Good thing she wasn’t being vindictive at this point, ehhh?
And couldn't let go of the steering wheel.
The very picture of White Knuckle Driving.
Well, more crazed than usual.
It’s a relative thing…
I don't know if the clerk was new
or figured people checking in
wouldn't have luggage.
The hotel staff probably gathers around the CCTV monitors to laugh at everyone that actually follows those directions.
It turns out that being able
to see when you're driving
is a very good thing.
Less adventurous, to be sure.
I am not a country music fan.
At. All.
I dwell in that cave as well.
Yes, there is the odd country tune
that I like...
But those are very few and far between.
And that sums it up pretty well.
Truth is through, in the last few years, there really is little difference (musically, at least) between “Country” and “Pop” other than including a steel-guitar feature here and there, and always having the vocalist sing either in the back of their throat or up in their sinuses.
Lyrically, the difference is that everything has to be a double entendre or heavily laden with jingoism.
But I have heard of the Grand Ole Opry
Hard not to have.
I parked the car and immediately
was surprised at the size of the place.
It was huge!
Well it is now…
The original (that being the Ryman Auditorium) had a foot print of only about an acre.
A decent size for an 1892 era venue when it opened as the “Union Gospel Tabernacle”. It was already a bit tight during the years that WSM was broadcasting out of the place (having no real backstage area). The “Industry” finally outgrew it completely in the late sixties and needed a newer space.
This Dale Chihuly glass sculpture
immediately caught my eye.
I love glass sculpture.
And Chihuly is one of the best at it.
He’s almost become ubiquitous.
He did the original chandeliers for
DCL’s first two ships
(too bad they’ve since been removed).
And I guess it wouldn't be
right to not include
a ginormous guitar
for no apparent reason.
Would have made a bit more sense if it were a topiary, I suppose.
I didn't mind, but...
they seemed out of place.
And, well... superfluous.
Agreed…
If they were depicting fauna rather than flora, I could see it, but why put false flowers in the middle of a botanical conservatory?
I popped into this spot
to grab a bite to eat.
Looks right inviting.
no clue what I ate!
So... imagine something
and pretend it was that.
My vacation was rapidly
coming to a close.
Hate it when that happens…
Did you see it in this chapter?
Seems Marvin also enjoys a good fountain.
I saw that there was a display
at the Biltmore Estate
and was considering stopping.
But... the website I looked at
said that most people spend
a day or even two days visiting.
I could maybe spend... an hour.
Not enough.
Nowhere near enough for that place.
The grounds surrounding the main house need about a day to be properly taken in, much less exploring the rest of the property (and that’s disregarding “The House” itself).
If you head westward again though, there is an entire venue dedicated to Chihuly in the Seattle Center complex right by the Space Needle.