Cry for these nights

I was driving through Tennessee today, shifting Spring break from the Smoky Mountains to Memphis and Graceland. And a very strange thing occurred as I was looking for something to listen to on the radio. Music on the radio has been something of  a recurring theme since I began writing this blog almost two years

Seems only fitting

I’m a flatlander from Chicago, so these days of being on a snowy mountain in Tennessee are certainly unique. The beauty of nature is on full display, and in many ways it’s invigorating. Not many people equate Tennessee with snow, but for the rest of my days I will do exactly that. The circumstances that

Going back to the Smokies

The only trip I can recall taking as a kid was a couple of days in Knoxville, Tennessee in 1978. And today I’m off to that region again with my own kids. Life has come full circle. There will be stories to tell, as always.