In Birmingham I photographed a statue of Martin Luther King,
sporting a bird on his head.
Kelly Ingram Park marked the Road to Freedom
A memorial to four girls killed silently bore witness on a
quiet street corner
Henry toured us through backstage dressing rooms at the Ryman Auditorium
Stained glass, the stage, the memories and echoes of the
musical decades encompassed there
Ate lunch at the Rock Bottom Brewery, contemplating
Nashville in all its contrasts
Studio B reverberated with the sounds of thousands of hits
and history
Bill Monroe’s mandolin, Johnny Hartford’s banjo, Trisha
Yearwood’s custom boots
Children played in Centennial Park by the impressive
Parthenon
Musicians rushed past the Musica sculpture, getting to work on Music Row
The Ohio River barge lit up at sunset, the river high and
mighty
We dined in a historic building, the dessert a lesson in
perfection
Ate silver dollar pancakes and blackberry crepes in a log
cabin
Strolled the streets of Gatlinburg looking for treasures, then
a ski lift up to the sky, a throwback touristy thing to do
In Asheville a full rainbow greeted us, along with my cousin
and her husband
We feasted on steaming Korean stone bowl meals, Chardonnay,
and conversation
Late into the night we chattered, gossiped, reminisced
The next day I walked Doreen and David’s gardens, swung on
the porch swing, talked with their daughter, visited Buddha, shared guacamole
and chips
Heading homeward we laughed at a biker feeding his cockatiel
Ate Sunday dinner at a Houlihan’s south of Savannah
The final day, a smooth ride down the Woodpecker Trail and
I-75
Home.
Home.
To go is pleasure.
To return is joy.
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