Okay, this is the last post from my Nashville adventure. I know. I know. It's about time! Let's begin.
Downtown Nashville is home to the infamous bar "Tootsies". Legend says that Johnny Cash, before he made it big, would come here for a beer each year ~ hey, that rhymes. Someone should make that into a country song. Something like... "There's a tear in my beer cause I'm crying for you, dear..." It's already been done? Oh, never mind then. Anyway, like I was saying, legend continues that each year on his birthday, Johnny Cash would wander over to Tootsies and get a beer. I have yet to verify this and all calls made to Mr. Cash have not been returned. What?! He died? Hmm...no wonder he never answered. Okay, quit interrupting and let me finish. Anyway, I wanted my picture taken outside the bar just to prove I'd walked the block Johnny Cash had. Since I was walking straight, I "walked the line". Get it? Ahhhahaha.
Again I digress.
I found a nice lady to take my picture.
"Do you want another one just in case?"
I must have heard wrong.
Apparently she said, "Do you want another three just in case?"
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you very much.