Steve P

It seems like I’ve heard about Lynchburg, Tennessee forever. I can thank the Jack Daniels advertising department for that. To the casual observer, there’s not… Read More »A Little Jack

Fairytales. Like kinky sex, sweet cocktails, and Jerry Lewis movies, they seem fun at first but can turn on you in an instant. No one… Read More »Fairyland

“Joe-Jah” is how a friend of my parents, Hettie Bates, pronounced Georgia. She was a force of nature, loud and funny. I was told she… Read More »Joe-Jah

Susan assured me that we would not want to miss the National Towing Museum during our visit to Chattanooga. She was right. Who wouldn’t like… Read More »The Towing Museum

Pardon me, boy Is that the Chattanooga choo choo? Track twenty-nine Boy, you can gimme a shine Glenn Miller and his Orchestra from Sun Valley… Read More »The Coker Museum

Nashville cats, play clean as country water Nashville cats, play wild as mountain dew Nashville cats, been playin’ since they’s babies Nashville cats, get work… Read More »Nashville Cats

Cor blimey! Lord love a duck! I’m gobsmacked, chuffed. I’m streets ahead and sitting up like Jackie! Sorry for the British-isms. Once I started with… Read More »Bloomin’ Cactus

After dinner at Barrio Queen in Old Town Scottsdale, we decided to walk along the Arizona Canal and over the Solstice Bridge. This is the… Read More »Overlooked

It’s hard to take good photos through a chain link fence. My apologies. I thought about not posting at all but wanted to introduce you… Read More »A Home for the Homeless

It’s been a while since we explored the Musical Instrument Museum in Scottsdale. I agree with Tony Bennett, for a musician it’s the best museum in the… Read More »My Pal Tony