Nashville, or We're Going There Today
After a book convention in Atlanta my friend Michael Pinkston from Shelbyville Tennessee said let's drive to Shelbyville and go to Nashville too so even though I don't drive, not really, neither did he. I don't drive a little better so I rented a car. George Sheer, our southern salesman advised us not to get out of the car along the way just in case but we did. To eat fried chicken and wander around. especially in Milledgeville Georgia to see Flannery O'Connor's home and by the time we got to Nashville we were ready for his family. "Are you married?" his mother asked me. She was a serious Methodist so wasn't too happy that we might be married but when I said no she brought out a chocolate cake. Michael never told her he was gay even in the end when he was dying in the hospital in Baton Rouge Louisiana. The last time we talked on the phone he said You've Got to Go Back to Nashville. We didn't get to do much there.
We're going to Nashville today.