We’re heading down to the ancestral haunts for a weekend of nothing much to do. It’s a seven-hour haul, and tonight it involved a welcome break to visit with academic and journalist friends over dinner in Nashville. The choice, as ever, was barbecue:
It was the right choice. You knew it just from the way the sunlight splashes down on the place:
We got in just in time to say hello to my mother and goodnight.
