Hard to beat Tennessee

Now just so that you don't misunderstand my title, I'm not talking about Football. In fact this year, if you don't beat Tennessee in Football, you probably would be considered a misfit. They have won two games and I'm not certain if they will win any more the rest of the year. Yes, I'm being pessimistic, but let's also be honest, they need a new coach. It's hard to keep going back to records(history) when your performance today(present) stinks. Now that's enough about Tennessee football.
What I was really referring to was a trip I took this past week-end to the hills of Tennessee. Traveling up to Pigeon Forge by way of state route 321 N. was very invigorating to say the least. I moved away from Tennessee in 1985 and have not been a resident of that state since then, however, once a Tennesseean, always a Tennesseean. There is probably no more beautiful state than Tennessee especially during the Fall season when the leaves are changing and falling to the ground. The weather was "God sent" and could not have been more pleasant. Although, everybody else in the world had the same idea about going to Tennessee at the same time, it still was very pleasant. You would be hard pressed to find a time when more people were there at one time. Traffic was a parking lot where ever we went. Gatlinburg was an impossible place to go, find parking and walk down the main street. Just a mess, but again, because the weather was so pleasant and the foliage was so pretty, it didn't seem quiet so bad. We stayed in a cabin and sitting on the front porch and watching the time fly by was still invigorating. I had forgotten what Tennessee looked like in the fall. Maybe, it's just because this old boy is getting old and my obtuse memory allowed me to go back to some good ole days in my past. God has been good to me,much better than I deserve and just to be able to sit down, rock in a rocking chair and remember some of the good ole times, places and people was just so relaxing. I had a great time rmembering when my girls were small and the times we spent enjoying the fall and some of the Sunday trips we made to N.C. and even to Gatlinburg because it was just 1 1/2 hour away. Obviously, Pigeon Forge has grown by leaps and bounds since then, it was still pleasant to remember those times of fall and family. Both my parents are in heaven now and I miss them greatly and I can remember a time when we came to the Smokies when I was just a young boy. The car we drove was a 49 Chevrolet and going across the mountain to Cherokee, we had to stop and put water in the radiator because the motor got too hot and spilled the water and antifreeze out. I can remember seeing bears along the road side trying to get food from trash cans. I can remember my mom and dad buying me an Indian head dress and a tomahawk. Oh my goodness, that was a long time ago. Well, I guess I've rambled on long enough, but I will conclude that this was a very pleasant weekend and I spent it in the hills of Tennessee.

By the way, I got this in my email while I was gone so, I felt it might just be the right thing to share it with all two of you who read my blog. IT's called the,
TENNESSEE TEN COMMANDMENTS
Some people in Tennessee have trouble with all those "shalls" and "shall not's" in the Ten commandments. Folks just aren't used to talking in those terms. So some folks in middle Tennessee got together and translated the "King James" into "Jackson County" language. NO JOKE, read on;
The Hillbilly's Ten Commandments (as posted on the wall at Cross Trails church in Gainesboro, Tennessee)

1. Just one God
2. Put nothin before God
3. Watch yer mouth
4. Git yourself to Sunday meetin
5. Honor yer ma & Pa
6. No killin
7. No foolin around with another fellow's gal
8. Don't take what ain't yers
9. No tellin tales or gossipin
10. Don't be hankerin for yer buddy's stuff.

I guess that's as plain as anyone can say it and it sure ain't offensive.