Now that we were Walking Tall and Carrying A Little Stick we were ready to head to Memphis for Xmas. The concept of spending Christmas with Elvis seemed like a good one but unbeknownst to us, Memphis can be a dangerous city to hang out in (recently ranked as the second most dangerous city in the U.S. after the perennial champ of Detroit- there's a stat of 1,009 violent crimes per 100,000 residents). That just seems so wrong for the hometown of Elvis, the King...

So what happens when you tell DH that we're going to Chattanooga, Tennessee. You get to hear an off-key version of:"Pardon me, boyIs that the Chattanooga choo choo?Track twenty-nineBoy, you can gimme a shineCan you affordTo board a Chattanooga choo chooI've got my fareAnd just a trifle to spare"…over and over again (although admittedly she only knew the words to the first line and the rest of it sounded like Proud Mary by Tina Turner?). DH may have ...

Before she hooked up with the life of fantasy and leisure that I offered her, the Princess was actually quite the hard worker, particularly in her teens, often holding down multiple jobs at the same time. Granted, these job blitzes were usually intended to fund booze-fueled escapades in sunnier southern climates but there was no denying the effort. One of these employment experiences involved some sort of sprinkling of 11 herbs and spices at a Kentucky Fried Chic...

For DH, the number one attraction of Nashville was the potential ogling of Cowboys in tight jeans, but for me it was the potential of a visit to the Grand Ole Opry. Because of popularity, the Grand Ole Opry abandoned its more intimate downtown theatre (that was also a church in an earlier incarnation) for a larger venue in the suburbs. But in the slower Winter season the show is moved back to the more intimate/authentic Ryman Auditorium and we were fortunate enou...