I’ve just come back from 5 days in Music City, formally known as Nashville, Tennessee. And like everywhere else, there is wrongness there:
- Line dancing lessons
- Minnie Pearl hats
- Dinner table conversation about which guns everybody keeps at home
- Achy-breaky hair (still!)
- The awful, foul drink they thinks is a “caramel macchiato”
- Sports bars with 40+ television screens and not one of them playing an NFC or AFC west game
- Better biscuits and gravy at the AIRPORT than anywhere in Seattle
- Hotel room wake up calls from Country Music stars who don’t even sing! They just say good morning!
- Pink-haired evangelists on the TV screen, sitting next to Jesus and a guy in a business suit
- Manger scenes with 6 foot tall angels
- People who look at my chest to see if I’m a man or a woman (Hint — just get me to say something to you, and you’ll figure it out pretty easily)
- The prevalence of Goo Goo Clusters