This was a mixed day with some ups and some disappointments. Since it was Labor Day, many places were closed. My first experience in Franklin was that the downtown was blocked off because of a foot race. I got there just in time for it to be ending, but the place was still quite a mess. There were canopies, so I thought maybe food, drink, or craft vendors, but there were none of those. There were elementary schools soliciting, a radio station, weight loss groups, exercise vendors, and some type of zombie something.
I visited a few cemeteries only to find that several of them were in severe disrepair. I was the only one there, and I wonder if other people ever visit. The big touristy houses had many cars in the parking lots, but I didn’t go there because of the admissions fees. I visited a bookstore that advertised maps and posters, but the selection was laughable.
For lunch, I found a local BBQ place, BB’s BBQ. It was good and only a little over $10 for lunch. The only thing they could have done better was to provide napkins. (Seriously, who doesn’t provide napkins with BBQ?) I had white beans rather than baked, and I had vinegar slaw rather than mayo. Both were excellent choices.
On my way back to Nashville, I took back roads, stopped at Crockett Park, and saw some amazing homes in Brentwood (not California). At one point, there was a sign about a one lane underpass, and I was glad that I was following someone because it was right there at the 90-degree turn to the right. Bam! One lane. It went under whatever and there was another 90-degree turn to the left. Whoa!
The funniest thing that I saw was a caution sign for a church. I’m not sure why it was there because churches here are a lot like Starbucks in Seattle.
Finally, I went to the grocery store to find food for dinner. I went to Food Lion or Lion King or some big store. The young woman at the checkout was not enjoying her job. She was nearly rude to the three people before me. She asked to see my ID and had trouble finding whatever she was looking for. She handed it back to me without saying much, and I asked if she looked at the photo. It seemed to surprise, her that I was talking. She looked (it’s really bad). I told her that I prepped a lot for that, and she laughed. I think that I changed her day.
Photos of the day are posted on Shutterfly.