You know you are in Tennessee when the airport you fly into not only has a simulated veranda, but also a plethora of rocking chairs (all occupied, by the by) to go on it.
Better Half and I made it here in one piece and are getting settled, so no worries on those counts. More writing when I get the chance or inclination.
places left behind | not smiling kindly | around the block |
If it had real, occupied rockign chairs, how much of a “simulation” was it?
Congrats and go get ‘em!
Well, technically, it was not outside, or open-air, so… yeah… still close enough.
You know I am going to have to drag you out this way at some point, right…?
I’m pretty sure I have never been to Tennessee before but I was in Kentucky once, down in the corner – Paducah. Gesundheit!
It is definitely a beautiful corner of the country, especially with the whole lots-more-things-are-legal thing…
Mo’legal is mo’betta!
places left behind
Yesterday, I had the misfortune to fly into Philadelphia International Airport (*waves at Sebastian*). It has been at least a year, and probably two, since I have been in that particular corner of the world, but a few things stood…