I could not, in good conscience, drive our car into Tennessee without touching on its glorious recording industry. So, as we munched on our cornbread, we listened to Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn, Hank Williams, and - of course - Elvis Presley.
Then, we read all about the Great Smoky Mountains and the different wild animals that live there - particularly black bears, wrapping up by singing the perennial camp favorite, "I Met a Bear."
Now, a word on football.
My traveling companions had expressed a desire to visit the Tennessee Titans. My original plan was to head outdoors and toss the old pigskin around. And then it poured down rain.
Plan B? To catch some of the team's 2010 highlights on YouTube. 20 minutes of technical difficulties later, I scrapped that, too.
Plan C? Paper footballs, of course!
Ah, well. We're headed to 'Bama next week. We'll get some good football in then.
Photo taken by me, courtesy of me. Sun Studio, Memphis, Tennessee.