We wanted to see if we could top yesterday’s entertainment. Barbara saw online that there is a model train and toy museum in Nashville, so we figured that would do the trick. We got the directions, and off we went. It took about a minute and a half to get there; it turns out the address is just down the street from us.

There is no train and toy museum.

Okay, but there is a wax museum there.

It was closed.

Wait. Right next door is the Willie Nelson Museum.

Closed for a private event.

All right, next to that was a place called Cooter’s. Open? Yes. We went in. It’s a small souvenir shop full of tchotchkes from the old “Dukes of Hazzard” TV show. Turns out, Cooter was one of the characters on the show, played by Ben Jones. Cooter’s is his store, and he has a “Dukes of Hazzard” museum in the back. Lots of autographed pictures and memorabilia, plus three automobiles that were, presumably used on the show. Very exciting. It would have been more exciting, I’m sure, if I had ever seen the show.

So after all that excitement, we didn’t want to just go back to the RV and cook. So we went to a restaurant, literally right next door to the KOA, called c*** of the Walk. The food was great. Barbara had catfish, and I had a New York steak. Amazing flavor.

But I wondered about the name, as I have never heard the phrase. According to UsingEnglish.com, the idiom “ c*** of the walk” is defined as “A man who is excessively confident and thinks he's better than other people is the c*** of the walk.”

I figure that fits me perfectly, don’t you?