 Paintin' the barn in Nashville,Tennessee
Perfect,
perfect weather. We ended
up experiencing another peculiarly Northern Hemisphere habit. That, of
constantly doing projects in and around the dwelling. We painted a
brand new barn a rusty red with white trim that is so synonymous with
America. It looked beautiful, with the trees forming a murmuring
backdrop of sound. I swear I could
hear the ghost of Jim Reeves singing on the breeze. As
I report on the barn painting of today, my hands still have splashes of
red and white paint. Perhaps the perfection of this experience will give
you, the virtual traveler, a little glimmer into yet another part of the
wealth of this beautiful America.
Jim Reeves was a country singer of the old school. His melodies formed part of the threads of my childhood development. There in middle of Zambia, living in a wild African environment, my mother would put on a Jim Reeves record. Perhaps
that was where the first spark of yearning was ignited in me to explore
this interesting land. His
house
is on Gallatin Road in Inglewood - just before Briley Parkway as
you travel North.
I am sorry to see that his home is on the market.
It will probably be bought by some nasty awful business and
they'll tear down
that beautiful place.
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| It's so pretty, but people drive too fast and recklessly on this winding road. I saw an injured deer there the other evening. It's head and ears formed a silhouette of disturbing innocence. A sense of unease, of dreadful guilt at how we have slashed the rhythm of life with our so-called 'rights' over the planet. I called the police department and they said that it had already been called in. |
