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We got down to Goodlettsville, just north of Nashville, in about ten hours including a couple of food stops.
Saturday afternoon was our family reunion. It was nice. The weather was nearly perfect - not too hot, and a gentle breeze. Not many people there. Nineteen, I think. No kids, except one teenager. There was way too much food. There was supposed to be a horseshoe tournament, but it ended up being a battle between the only two pairs who could play.
In the evening, Cindy and I went into Nashville. We went down to where all the bars and all the people are. I was recommended to go to Rippy's for ribs, but we skipped it, having been stuffed at the picnic. We ended up eating at Merchant's, since I thought an upscale place would serve smaller portions. That was my excuse, anyway. Very good food. Then we walked the rest of the strip. We saw all the famous places. We went up to Printer's Alley. That was kind of odd. We found it on the internet. It talked about how cool a place it was. Walking up Church Street, we saw a big neon-lit bridge over the street. We turned the corner, and it was only a dozen seedy places, including a strip club or two. We debated going into one place, but I really didn't feel like staying out late that night. Shortly after that, a guy sitting outside a bar told us they had free live music, so we went in. Jesse Zane's Nashville Nights. A bar with a bar band. Seemed like a good place to have a glass of whiskey, but I was still feeling a bit under the weather. We sat there in the air conditioning for the duration of our drinks, then we went home.
The next day, we went back downtown to see an exhibit at the Frist Center. It was sixty or so years of Pulitzer Prize-winning photographs. I'm glad I saw it, but all the graphic death, torture and killing didn't make for a pleasant afternoon.
Then we went to a Civil War battlefield museum, The Carter House where The Battle of Franklin was fought. We looked around in the museum, and then walked around the grounds. There were bullet holes in the outbuildings. One building had holes in both sides - exit wounds on the front.
So that part of trip was nice. Not too exciting, but nice.
Saturday afternoon was our family reunion. It was nice. The weather was nearly perfect - not too hot, and a gentle breeze. Not many people there. Nineteen, I think. No kids, except one teenager. There was way too much food. There was supposed to be a horseshoe tournament, but it ended up being a battle between the only two pairs who could play.
In the evening, Cindy and I went into Nashville. We went down to where all the bars and all the people are. I was recommended to go to Rippy's for ribs, but we skipped it, having been stuffed at the picnic. We ended up eating at Merchant's, since I thought an upscale place would serve smaller portions. That was my excuse, anyway. Very good food. Then we walked the rest of the strip. We saw all the famous places. We went up to Printer's Alley. That was kind of odd. We found it on the internet. It talked about how cool a place it was. Walking up Church Street, we saw a big neon-lit bridge over the street. We turned the corner, and it was only a dozen seedy places, including a strip club or two. We debated going into one place, but I really didn't feel like staying out late that night. Shortly after that, a guy sitting outside a bar told us they had free live music, so we went in. Jesse Zane's Nashville Nights. A bar with a bar band. Seemed like a good place to have a glass of whiskey, but I was still feeling a bit under the weather. We sat there in the air conditioning for the duration of our drinks, then we went home.
The next day, we went back downtown to see an exhibit at the Frist Center. It was sixty or so years of Pulitzer Prize-winning photographs. I'm glad I saw it, but all the graphic death, torture and killing didn't make for a pleasant afternoon.
Then we went to a Civil War battlefield museum, The Carter House where The Battle of Franklin was fought. We looked around in the museum, and then walked around the grounds. There were bullet holes in the outbuildings. One building had holes in both sides - exit wounds on the front.
So that part of trip was nice. Not too exciting, but nice.
