Nashville Stories

Another Nashville radio memory. One of the morning drive time guys asked people to honk if they were the father of Tanya Tucker's baby. They were doing a remote from the Harding Mall parking lot. Right at that moment, a bus from a state correctional facility rolled by and they must have been listening. The driver honked and they all cheered.

 

Three days after I got my drivers license, I overcorrected and took out a ticket spitter at the L&C Tower.

 

I have stayed at the former King of the Road in Nashville.
I have seen Jimmy Buffett in Nashville.
I have not had my ass kicked by Buford Pusser in the parking lot of the King of the Road.
One of the people I hold dearest in this world dated Buford Pusser's daughter in high school.

 

I’ll bet that kid was walking tall.

 

And a couple of years later he was back in the high life again.

 

In Nashville about 20 years ago, late winter, and a few of us decided to try and buy scalped tickets to the Predators game. They were surprisingly cheap and surprisingly close: we got into the arena and were only about 12 rows back. Vince Gill and a couple of his kids were sitting right in front of us.

 

You are so Nashville if seeing Vince Gill at a Predators game is not a big deal.

 

Ooh, thanks for reminding me I missed my favorite contest this year.

36th Annual You Are So Nashville If …

 

Wow those are awesome.
My perennial entry: “The only time you use your blinker is to claim a parking spot at the Green Hills Kroger.”