In the City of Country

Our Nashville experience started at the Opryland Hotel, which was huge and had the glorious advantage of being completely indoors.  

Yeah.  The Opryland hotel even had waterfalls in it.  It also had a riverboat ride that you could take on a fake indoor river. We passed on that one. 

Benjamin hears there is an opening in the Jackass band.  He failed to make their qualifications.  I don't know whether to be disappointed or happy.

We ate breakfast at The Pancake Pantry, which one source listed as THE restaurant to try when in Tennessee.  It was pretty good, with pancakes fixed in all sorts of ways.  Benjamin had his with about three bags of chocolate chips on his pancakes, I had pigs in a blanket (sausage stuffed pancakes), and Alison had sweet potato pancakes.  There were over a dozen other ways you could have had pancakes, but we filled up.

Proof that segregation still exists in the South, although this example is of the sexist kind.  They even had separate but equal entrances.

This was a show we hoped would be at the Frist Center (the family of Doctor/Senator Bill Frist whose family made their fortune off hospitals and exploitation of Medicare).  Unfortunately, it was not there yet, and we paid 12 bucks each to see a lot of Italian dresses. I had so hoped to get a postcard we could send to our wiener dogs back home. 

SQUIRREL!  Parthenon J. Squirrel, to be exact.

I'm including this photo to show that we really were in a city.

The highlight of the whole vacation for me was our trip to the Johnny Cash Museum.  The exhibits and music was so touching that I almost cried five times.  All right, some of the times were more than just almost.

A extra special surprise for me at the Johnny Cash Museum was the Roy Orbison exhibit.  Roy IS the Voice.  Two of my favorite singers in one museum!  Awesome!