the visit!
inga and i have a friend, chien, in jackson, tennessee, and last weekend, we met there for a visit. it's a special place, that jackson. it's always good to see chien, and we did have the chance to spend a night in memphis, but here are the highlights the trip.
a typical healthy meal. this one's from loretta lynn's country kitchen on i-40 towards the nashville airport. by the way, inga and i discovered that the one thing the tennesseans have going for them is the airport lounge. it's got a bar/restaurant before security! this means that if you're stuck waiting for your friend's flight to come in after you've already left the secure area to claim your baggage, you have a place to wait in comfort, not sit around like a maniac hobo scouring the unsecure areas for even a starbuck's kiosk.
cuties, no? that's a giant fiberglass bison behind those girls, by the way. he's got orange reflector eyes.
this about sums it up. goats in a cage on the back of a pickup truck in the parking lot of a chain buffet-style restaurant. inga and i had to go back around the block into the lot to snap this proof. we couldn't drive for a minute or so for the hysterical laughter we couldn't control. goats. . . . and i'm not even going to mention the kid in the mercedes.
i have a feeling that chien won't last much longer in this metropolis.
a typical healthy meal. this one's from loretta lynn's country kitchen on i-40 towards the nashville airport. by the way, inga and i discovered that the one thing the tennesseans have going for them is the airport lounge. it's got a bar/restaurant before security! this means that if you're stuck waiting for your friend's flight to come in after you've already left the secure area to claim your baggage, you have a place to wait in comfort, not sit around like a maniac hobo scouring the unsecure areas for even a starbuck's kiosk.
cuties, no? that's a giant fiberglass bison behind those girls, by the way. he's got orange reflector eyes.
this about sums it up. goats in a cage on the back of a pickup truck in the parking lot of a chain buffet-style restaurant. inga and i had to go back around the block into the lot to snap this proof. we couldn't drive for a minute or so for the hysterical laughter we couldn't control. goats. . . . and i'm not even going to mention the kid in the mercedes.
i have a feeling that chien won't last much longer in this metropolis.
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