Tennessee

Year of First Visit – 1998

Point of Entry – I-24 near Chattanooga

It was a dark November night we traversed I-40 on our way home from the Youth Specialties conference in Nashville.  With every seat in the Suburban filled, we settled in for the overnight drive.

One passenger had trouble with the concept of silence.  If we didn't know this before the trip south, we definitely knew it before we headed home.

As the other passengers quieted down for the night, she kept going and going.  At one point, when no one  was responding, she simply filled the silence by saying, "Squirrel . . .  Squirrel . . .  Squirrel . . . " over and over until she came up with something else to say.

I've had less strange memories in Tennessee as well ----

-Touring Nashville.

-A family vacation in Great Smokey Mountain National Park.

-A retreat at Falls Creek Falls.

-The Dream Year conference in Nashville.

Then there was the rental car agent at BNA who noted that they didn't have any of the 4-door economy-barely-a-car cars available to fill my reservation and wondered if it would be OK to substitute a 2-door instead.  I was by myself so that was a non-issue to me.

By "2-door" he meant "Camero."

And though I thoroughly enjoyed my sweet ride during that rental and have great memories from Tennessee, somehow when I'm there I can still hear a faint echo ------

Squirrel

Squirrel

Squirrel