Tennessee has taken a no holds barred approach to construction, blasting through what appear to be small hills that could have easily been built over (from my non-expert eye) which has created wonderful views of rock strata that would normally be obscured by grass. Â Tennessee’s geology is light on monoliths leading to a step-wise appearance to the rock face which explains the number of rock warning signs. Â These fall into three categories which I think go in increasing severity:
- Watch for fallen rocks
- Watch for falling rocks
- Falling rocks
The determinism of the last is a bit scary but after seeing what appeared to be little boulder families trying to cross the road I learned the resignation of the safety officer resigned to theÂ inevitabilitiesÂ of the hubris of construction.
Another road attraction was driving through Knoxville and seeing the glorious golden sunsphere.
I really knew nothing about Danakin/Daniel Lackey before meeting him except that he was the friend of Bakkster/Andrew and his wife was…Â unenthusiasticÂ about the prospect of having a strange man in the house. Â I think Andrew’sÂ encomiumÂ helped overcome this and the bond was sealed when I called her a “smelly pirate hooker” at dinner.
They were polite enough to let me do three loads of laundry and my efforts toÂ separateÂ the whites from coloreds came easily as I was in the South *rimshot*. Â We broke the ice watching back episodes of ESPN’s Cheap Seats which I think is a show offered on what’s called a television. Â It’s like a computer monitor except that you have a much narrower choice of options and the quality is slightly above that of YouTube. Â Additionally, new content appears to be generated at specific times rather than continuously and the action is disrupted by 2 minute pop-up ads 5-7 times an hour. Â It was fascinating.
Clarksville had recently flooded and on our way to dinner we surveyed the damage before eating Â at a local brew pub. Â The meal was fine but the restaurant hosted quite possibly the worst restroom I’ve ever used. Â There was a 1.5″ gap between the stall door frame and the wall and urinals were situated such that just about everyone using one got to see my junk. Â Also, the toilet was mis-seated so when a man of my… carriage sat on it water slowly leaked out the bottom resulting in a pants stain that made it look like I lost a rodeo competition to a fire hose. Â My shirt tail was long enough to largely cover this but without the shaping power of my belt, I looked like a transvestite pear in a house dress. Â Hazaa!
My pants were largely dry by the end of The Amazing Race which we re-wetted by Jill’s tears at her sadness when the gay brothers beat out the cowboys to the finish. Â I faded off to sleep after more “television” this time by monitoring British automobileÂ idiosyncraticallyÂ on Top Gear. Â This TV stuff can be quite entertaining, I hope it catches on.