You know, if you asked non-Americans for a stereotypical image of American excess you'd be hard pressed to come up with a better image than this:
Yes, that's right, it's a stretch Hummer limo. With an American flag painted on it. At a gas station.
Here's another view:
These pictures were taken on January 22 in Dickson, Tennessee.
(I apologize for the quality of the pictures but it poured all day, from the moment we got up until the next morning in Bardstown, Kentucky.)
On an unrelated note, we made it home yesterday evening at 6:30, then turned around and picked up the kids from Alana's ex's place.
Friday night we stayed at a really crappy Days Inn in Nashville, Tennessee, the one near the stadium. Some kids (college students) were smoking weed in a nearby hotel room. The place was in dire need of painting and remodeling. It had two things going for it: it was cheap ($47 for the night) and it was near downtown Nashville. Alana and I had a fun time prowling Nashville. The city needs to take a cue from New Orleans, though, and open the stores until late at night. There were enough people that the tacky tourist places could have done good business that night. Anyway, we enjoyed ourselves and got back to the crappy hotel at a decent hour.
We had planned to go to the Stones River battlefield Saturday morning, but we slept in too late (it was a very stressful week for me, work wise) and I had misjudged how far the battlefield was from Nashville. Instead, we headed straight home. Alana's family in Tennessee are having a reunion later this year, so with luck I'll be able to visit the Chattanooga and Chickamauga battlefield, and perhaps the Stones River battlefield, too.
I may write more about the trip to Kentucky, once some time has past.
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