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My All American Moments

Sometimes it's hard to remember which strip mall we're driving past or which subdivision is which. Lots of things seem to be interchangeable.

Many of the things that I remember and that bring a smile to my being are tied to my years in Tennessee and to the land and to a lesser extent to the people.

My All American Moments aren't about sports but are moments that define for me what this country means, a pixel or two at a time.

Some are worth sharing, thus, this blog.

  1. The Peyton Effect: for sociologists of the future

    Somewhere, there're statistics of the number of babies named Peyton in Tennessee during and after Peyton Manning's tenure at the Unversity of Tennessee.
    Reports from Indiana have said that the name Peyton has also become much more popular in their state because of his time in Indianapolis.

    Most don't look into the character of the parents who wanted to call out to Peyton every day for eighteen years.

    So far, however, I can report that with rampant teenaged ...
  2. Titanic takes Tennessee Tacky to a new depth

    That tourist destination down in Pigeon Forge, the one that's a model of the Titanic with a British-accented TV advertiser, has just floated to a new low.
    This weekend they are having an ice carving contest. (Yes, I know, anything to get tourist dollars in.) But an ice carving competition?

    It would serve them right if the truck delivering the massive blocks of ice looses it breaks and plows into their faux ship.

    Does Chicago have a burn off at the site ...
  3. There's something about a Wienermobile

    I think one of the questions that would be asked in a modern WWII (?III) scenario to determine if a combatent were friend or foe would be can you sing the Wiener song?
    It may have been the first spelling that many of us did.

    The folks who brought us that song also found an advertising mind sharp enough to create a series of WienerMobiles. I remember seeing my first one up close in New Orleans. Lots of garish paint and lots of tourists' cameras snapping away.
  4. The edge of the escarpment

    Back in Graduate School I had reasons to visit some strip mines above Caryville, north of Knoxville, just off of I-75.
    Mining activities weren't intensive and I was welcomed by the coal companies.
    On clear days, the Smokies appeared above the ridges of the Valley and Ridge. Up there, the air was clearer and the views went on forever. I didn't see many snakes up there although I knew they were there.
    One morning, though, the day was especially clear and peaceful. I was ...