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We’re Too Old For This Crap

One of our top priorities when becoming gypsy — as opposed to empty — nesters was to use our new found freedom to see family and friends that we hadn’t been able to visit in years.

While finishing up our childrearing years on a Caribbean island a thousand miles from the mainland we were understandably limited in our opportunities to drop in on folks.

Now that we are unfettered, we have had the opportunity to reunite with quite a few of our old friends. In every case I’ve noticed… CONTINUE READING >>

Tagged baby boomers, change, empty nest, gypsy nester, laughter, memory lane, old friends, peace, tennessee, things going terribly awry

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A Tale of Two Cities… Uh, Counties… No, States

Check this out: we’re on the border of Tennessee and Georgia. We find a community that is split down the middle with a blue line painted through the town.

It gets weirder (YAY!) — the blue line goes straight through buildings. Shops, a church, even a bar.

But wait, it gets weirder yet. The bar is also in two counties. And one of them is dry… CONTINUE READING >>

Tagged Americana, beer, cheesy tourist diversions, covert actions, Dixie, driving, Georgia, ground level travel, tennessee, trains, travel

The Weight of Six Million Paper Clips

In a small town in Tennessee there is a monument so moving, so touching and so unlikely that the story behind it is almost unbelievable.

Here is a tale of a group of school children who found out that even the smallest idea can spark a world wide movement. And how compassion can change the world… CONTINUE READING >>

Tagged Americana, art, big ideas, Dixie, Germany, ground level travel, heroes, museum, peace, tennessee, trains, travel, Veronica crying

Bling Me Back to Graceland

We were married on Elvis’ birthday. Hold on there big fellah, it was just a coincidence. I didn’t even realize it until I woke up in a champagne haze, with the TV still blaring on my wedding night. I knew the Fates had conspired when I half-opened one eye and saw there on the news, thousands of fans lined up to worship outside the gates at the temple of Elvis, Graceland.