There’s not much to say about Morristown, TN other than Davey Crockett (aka Fess Parker) lived there. My father lives there now. There is a wealth of police cars, lawyer offices, pharmacies, and all the major fast food chains. The arcade center has scripture posted all around the go-cart track.
There are two road signs worth mentioning because they beg for someone to use their Ninja skills to scribe some comment upon them. The first reads:
“Blind pedestrian crossing.” Possible follow up comments include:
“You can’t miss him.”
“I never saw him.”
“He was a fool to wander and stray.”
The second sign reads:
“Cross traffice doesn’t stop.”
The obvious follow up is, “It only gets madder.”
I give that to you now.
I took my dad to O’Charlies tonight where he had a “hand cut” steak, and we wondered how long that probably took. I asked if he had any words of wisdom for his grandson. He thought for a long time and then said he forgot the question. I asked again. He said, “Well, grow old, I guess.”
These are songs to live by.
