You know how you’re supposed to have different passwords for stuff so if someone figures out your password for one thing, they can’t hack into everything? In theory, that’s a real good idea. In practice – well if you have really bad short term memory, it can cause problems. I couldn’t post a blog entry until now because I’m in Nashville on Frank’s laptop and I couldn’t remember the damn password. Technically it’s not midnight here yet so I do have a Saturday entry now but it probably will show up as Sunday. And it’s all because of a forgotten password.
Another problem – I didn’t bring the cable for my camera so I can’t upload any pictures here yet. Stuff like the mini van that was dressed up for Easter. And, sadly, we have not seen any pick up trucks with plastic (rubber?) testicles yet. Lou swears they exist but I haven’t seen any.
Now wouldn’t you expect the weather in Nashville to be warm in mid April? It is, after all, in the south. They say “ya’ll” and are real friendly and have Southern food but they have not had southern weather. It’s supposed to snow tomorrow. What is that all about? Did they not get the memo that we were visiting here?
I did, however, discover however, discover that I like grits. Not just ordinary grits. Gouda grits. Damn good stuff! And Frankie loved the Grand Olde Opry. Bill got us some good seats, real close but not so close that you got spit on. We saw Vince Gill (but Amy didn’t join him), the Oak Ridge Boys (my favorite was the one who looked like ZZ Tops) and then there was Little Jimmy Dickens who’s probably 95, shorter than we are and had on a jacket that I think I have to buy for Frank for his next birthday. I apologize for the lack of photos but I will get them up when we’re back home.
Stay tuned for more amazing Nashville stories…
