The day before we left, I walked a cigar down Wacker Drive.
Why go on vacation at all, I wondered, when it is so very
pleasant right here? What sights could be possibly better than
these? Especially in Tennessee, of all places?
Ah, well, I concluded, with a melancholy puff. People do these
things. The boys and the wife are looking forward to it -- she has
her heart set on climbing some mountain and staying at a lodge
there. Might as well go without complaint and see what happens.
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Nashville has its own Parthenon. Who knew? A full-scale replica,
not of marble like the one in Athens, but concrete-studded with
pebbles, smack dab in the center of a city park. It's huge.
Inside, a ...